My Head's in My Hands

Something Different

My head’s in my hands but I ain’t cryin’. I’m just restin’ my head a’thinkin’.

Smoke rises from the factory furnace. The woman I used to know didn’t like who she really was. So she did something about it. She didn’t like that either; or maybe it just wasn’t enough. So she did something else about it. Now she feels like Frankenstein’s Monster. But she’s doing something about it: liquor and amphetamines mostly. But when she gets so high up there like that at least she likes who she is. Or does she just forget? Maybe it’s not enough… maybe…

My head’s in my hands but I ain’t crying. I’m just a’restin’ my head a’thinkin’ and a’wonderin’.

Smoke rises from the factory furnace. The effects of the smoke have hypnotized many. Money, power, production, prestige; some just like the smoke.

Lover’s walk by in the mystic hour with their hands in each other’s pockets. I wonder what they hope to find? Or if they’ve already found it? I wonder if it’ll be enough? I wonder if they’ll do something about it?

My head’s in my hands. But I ain’t cryin’. I’m just restin’ my head thinkin’.

Thinkin’ about the government and thinkin’ about the law. Thinkin’ about the crimes I seen committed on national and international TV. Thinkin’ about the bloodshed of the innocent. Thinkin’ about the laughter and the rain. Thinkin’ about the preacher man and thinkin’ about his daughter. Thinkin’ about Buddy Holly. Thinkin’ about Bud Powell. Thinkin’ about Robert Johnson. Thinkin’ about The Student, The Seagulls, thinkin’ about Ivanov. Thinkin’ about Garcia Lorca. Thinkin’ about George Jackson. Thinkin’ about Medger Evers and Emmitt Till and thinkin’ about the martyrs. Thinkin’ about Joan of Arc. Thinkin’ about the Good Woman of Setzuan. Thinkin’ about me and thinkin’ about you. Thinkin’ about you thinkin’ about me. Thinkin’ about the mirror. Thinkin’ about the red river. That red red river. Thinkin’ about yesterday and thinkin’ about tomorrow.

Thinkin’ about the smoke risin’ from the factory furnace. And my head’s in my hands. And I’m cryin’… weeping…weeping.