Bea's Song

Speed River at my feet running low and flat

I'm sitting here burning daylight,

thinking about the past

and that distance out there

where the earth meets the sky

The slightest move and this river mud

pulls me further down

John's at my side, but he's sitting on firmer ground

John says I look at the moon and the stars

these days more often than I look into his eyes

and I can't disagree so I don't say nothing

I just stare on past his face at Venus rising,

like a shining speck of hope hanging over the horizon

With each passing year that I sit here

that horizon seems to inch just that much nearer

and all that appears on it seems as clear as spit

But if there's on thing in my life

that these years have taught

it's that you can always see it coming

but you can never stop it

Speed River at my feet running low and flat

I'm sitting here burning daylight,

thinking about the past

and that distance out there

where the earth meets the sky

The slightest move and this river mud

pulls me further down

John's at my side,

but he's not noticing that I'm drowning

The slightest move and this river mud

pulls me further down

John's at my side,

but he's not noticing that I'm drowning