Speed River at my feet running low and flat
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I'm sitting here burning daylight,
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Thinking about the past
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And that distance out there
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Where the earth meets the sky
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The slightest move and this river mud
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Pulls me further down
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John's at my side, but he's sitting on firmer ground
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John says I look at the moon and the stars
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These days more often than I look into his eyes
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And I can't disagree so I don't say nothing
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I just stare on past his face at Venus rising,
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Like a shining speck of hope hanging over the horizon
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With each passing year that I sit here
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That horizon seems to inch just that much nearer
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And all that appears on it seems as clear as spit
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But if there's on thing in my life
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That these years have taught
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It's that you can always see it coming
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But you can never stop it
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Speed River at my feet running low and flat
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I'm sitting here burning daylight,
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Thinking about the past
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And that distance out there
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Where the earth meets the sky
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The slightest move and this river mud
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Pulls me further down
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John's at my side,
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But he's not noticing that I'm drowning
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The slightest move and this river mud
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Pulls me further down
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John's at my side,
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But he's not noticing that I'm drowning
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Bea's Song (River Song Trilogy: Part II)
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Cowboy Junkies |