The River

it was a purple purple sky in an orange orange room

and everyone was whistlen the same damn tune

except bryan, bryan starred out across the field

and watched the horizon blossum the copper feel

over the edge of the world the one they're all afriad to walk

ration out for why their so high on the small talk

but bryan knows where the crows all go

to find the ifs and the ands and the buts and all sos

if i can run through the woods and speed like the light

i'd find the answers to why and be back by tonight

if i could fly through the fog and look at this rock

i'd figure out how to keep hell off of my block

but as it stands i stay content

tryin to be the magic man and pay my rent

and wishin that bryan would turn me on

to the secrets he sought

while we keep burnin the dawn just to keep the day hot

if i could ask you one question id ask where you went

you could teach me a lesson everytime i got bent

but the alcohol dont make me forget about it all

doesnt matter the season the leaves can still fall

they slipt hidden messages within the cards that were delt

i understand myself and all the sorrow i felt

for as simple as i am how'd it get so complex

got me studyin the margins and disregardin the text

i open the curtins and listen to the traffic go

but i still get nervous each time a piece passes go

the resado is thick and the memory fails

i still laugh because the path feels alot like a trail

if i can run through the woods and speed like the light

i'd find the answers to why and be back by tonight

if i could fly through the fog and look at this rock

i'd figure out how to keep hell off of my block

but as it stands i stay content

tryin to be the magic man and pay my rent

and wishin that bryan would turn me on

to the secrets he sought

while we keep burnin the dawn just to keep the day hot

we used to be a couple of pimps walking the hallways with pride

drunk or sober life was nothin short a roller coaster ride

trips to the clubs now lets go to the rythm

all we wanted out of life was what was given

and when you passed i wanted to take back the time we wasted

id trade all the buzzes in for one more conversation

we could sit in the shade and discuss the meaning of sacred

cuz i cant see the garden no more just the avons?

but the wind still blows

and the plants still grow

and i wish your name was on the guest list at my shows

i gotta believe that you can see me run out of my freedom

cuz you got to meet the sun before you got to meet my son

and when i see lightning feels like my buzz hightning

everytime i feel the sun i can smell the love

adn when i smell the air i can hear a child trying

but everytime i hear a river i i think the mother crying

and when i see lightning feels like my buzz hightning

everytime i feel the sun i can smell the love

adn when i smell the air i can hear a child trying

but everytime i hear a river i i think the mother crying

everytime i think of you i know your laughter

and when i hear of you i know your laughter