River

in the twinkling of time, in a stare-down eye to eye

sailing side by side on a mission doomed from wire to wire on a river….

we all start out with a nice clean slate but ahead the slopes are slippery

when the ice begins to break it hits you right between the eyes 

when you dive into a river of fire

it kinda went down like a third class murder 

viewed through the cracks of a two-way mirror

in clouds of complicated psychobabble the criminal preaches to the choir

the dream i used to have when i was young and full of wonder

it rumbles in my head, it’s a cloud i’m living under

i can’t help but feel the pounding of this heart once full of hunger 

what it’s saying is it won’t hold on any longer

though it stings to feel these cold winds biting 

the only way down is go down fighting

a chill goes up my spine when i see the writing on the walls 

that reads the world could have been ours

i wasn’t given the life i wanted 

waking up one day to find your house is haunted

imagine a menagerie of animals with wounded moans and cries

the woes of listening through walls of din 

could it be another shifting paradigm again?

and in the twinkling of time, in a stare-down eye to eye, 

sailing side by side on a mission doomed from wire to wire on a river of fire

while waiting for the long arms of the law to catch us 

we’ll venture to wherever this dreamscape stretches

if necessary sail to a malaria plagued tropical isle 

the one thing you learn when you are young and hungry

to scrap and claw while searching every corner of this country 

to the highest driest desert for one more glimpse of that smile

the dream i used to have when i was young and full of wonder 

still rumbles in my head, with an echoing of thunder

i can’t help but feel the pounding of this heart once full of hunger 

(It’s as if it all were written in the stars…)

though it stings to feel these cold winds biting (by higher powers…)

the only way down is go down fighting (…..and higher laws)

eat or be eaten, lay it on the line

chills go up my spine when i read the writing on the walls – 

the world could have been ours

au revoir, au revoir