Thursday, January 23, 2014

The River, 1970

I am lying on the river of life,
Watching the ripples go by,
All alone in a great big place,
With the sun shining down on my face,
Wondering where I will go,
I don't know,
But I'll get there soon.

People walk around me,
But they don't speak,
I don't know what got into them,
Because I'm so happy and free.

I can't live alone,
I got to have someone to talk to,
I am lying on the river of life,
Don't know where I'm going,
But I'll be there soon.

People are funny things,
They don't seem to care,
And they see what they want to see,
But I think I'm happy to be
Living on the river of life.

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