Augustine's Dreams

My train of thought keeps falling off track
Rails my balance beam and I keep looking back
At the conductor breathing coal and tobacco smoke
I run on green energy so I turn and offer him a toke
I think life's all a big joke until the ropes are tied tight
I'm a CSX speed bump in the middle of the night
I'll see that headlight shine but I don't know when
Where's that woman who can dance on the head of a pin
Well my deckhands they tell me about the gods and the stars
They say they're real close, I say them God's seem far
But they have faith we're gonna live, though the floors start to flood
Well, when my feet get wet on the bridge I change course and aim for the mud
Yes, I'm sinking Lord in a sea of Tuscany
But I'll be fine if there's wine and some ecstasy
St. Teresa's needle of blood in her marble skin
I said where's that woman who can dance on the head of a pin
I've been traveling so long I can't help from wondering
If the golden temple is standing or crumbling
Turned into dust to be blown by them three winds
I've got a real bad case of St. Augustine blues
And I gotta admit, I'm not sure what to do
Stand in line for more wine and tell a man of some worse sin
Oh, where's that woman who can dance on the head of a pin
I said where's that woman who can dance on the head of a pin