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 year's 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?"