Hands in my pockets as I walk across the street Im feeling tired but my legs I feel a diffrent beat. And in my mind and in body and my soul I know the path is the same its just that I am getting old
Down to the river who’s role is to flow the same I asked the river if i’ll ever find my way again And from the depths I hear her chin I hear her say Your path is long and you will never find the way, HEY
And now we’re bivy and with grass stains on my jeans I saw pink front of a tree as all as it could be I asked the tree if i would ever ever know When it is my time to go But you would know I was here I was swimming in the bay But you would know I was here I was singing everyday
Hands in my pockets as I walk across the street Im feeling tired but my legs I feel a diffrent beat. And in my mind and in body and my soul I know the path is the same its just that I am getting old
And to the sky there’s all but the broken strings Fill all the ribbons in a closet with my favourite things I asked the sky if I will ever get to see And the carnations that call beyond the scenes Not you will know I was here I was swinging in the bay Not you will know I was here I was singing everyday I was singing everyday