Little River Well, there is something 'bout the quiet, uplifting laughter You've just spent so many years chased by a cloud, oh It's taken you so far, far past the cliff's edge And now your feet just poke around to feel the ground, oh
You say, 'Is this a joke?' I float 'come on now' You see there's something down below Just let me fall to be of use, make me the rainstorm Just a piece of hail, you know
You said, 'All the time it needs to take And all the time there is a shiver from some fallen tear But is it on this lack of fallen luck To dream of things like a little river to the golden ground?'
And there is something 'bout the quiet surprise in darkness You just sing about your own death in your closet You stumble out into the pitch-black hallway You think you've lost so many times though it's not war yet
You say, 'Are these my eyes?' You said, 'Come on, now, already lost my sense to feel' But there is always someone out there who will listen
And then there's nothing but a dream
You said, 'All the time it needs to take And all the time there is a shiver from some fallen tear But is it on this lack of fallen luck To dream of things like a little river to the golden ground?'
And there is something 'bout the leaving of a lover You think you knew through all the years you've been a woman And he's stepping out and walks out of the garden Where all the lilies and all the weeds came from his cold hand
You say, 'Is this my life,' you said, 'Come on, now' You see the diamonds when you yell, That let you stay in all the corners I have been here But now you travel, go to hell
You said, 'All the time it needs to take And all the time there is a shiver from some fallen tear But is it on this lack of fallen luck To dream of things like a little river to the golden ground?'