Hands in my pockets as I walk across the street
I'm feeling tired but my legs I feel a different beat.
And in my mind and in body and my soul
I know the path the same it's just that I am getting old
Down to the river whose role is to flow the same
I asked the river if I'll ever find my way again
And from the depths I hear her chin I hear her say
Your path is long and you will never know the way, HEY
And now we're bivy and with gra** stains on my jeans
I stop in front of a tree as old as could be
I asked the tree if I will ever ever know
When it is my time to go
But you will know I was here
I was swimming in the bay
But you will know I was here
I was singing everyday
Hands in my pockets as I walk across the street
I'm feeling tired but my legs I feel a different beat.
And in my mind and in body and my soul
I know the path the same its just that I am getting old
And to the sky there's all but the broken strings
Fill all the ribbons in a closet with my favorite things
I asked the sky if I will ever get to see
And the carnations that call beyond the scenes
But you will know I was here
I was swinging in the bay
But you will know I was here
I was singing everyday
I was singing everyday