I've been singing for so long I go from door to door But it ain't the song No it ain't the song I'm singing for And I've painted every town The colors I ignore No it ain't the change No it ain't the change I'm looking for Mouth of the river Spit out the sea Shake the hands of time Turning the century I've been fishing off the dock Every beach and every brook And it feels the same And it felt the same without the hook And I'm humbled by the maker I've been given all I gave And I don't expect No I don't expect to be saved No I don't expect; I ain't asking to be saved I found the combination I've got the key Standing at the door Turning the century Mouth of the river Spit out the sea Stand for something more A common courtesy