River
written at Duquesne Music School,
Appears on the album "It's All True"
©p2000 There's Been A Publishing, ASCAP
I dreamt I was a river,
Rolling to the sea;
Making countries out of rocks and sand and hill sides.
And the trees that I met;
That me will could not upset,
I would leave to stand a monument in high tide.
Dreams, they collapse and fold,
Tearing down on the things we're told,
Making all that we hold
A River.
I call out to my neighbor
On such a sunny day.
It is out upon the back porch she will meet me.
When I wake,
If it's night;
On my wall, so bare and white,
She is painting in a morning scene to greet me.
The sky is my corner booth.
It's a lie, but it tells the truth.
In my world we can be as dreamers
Making nations out of rocks and hills and sea sides. I dreamt I was a river, river. Surrounded by what I deliver.
Out of white walls, making window sill to dream upon. To dream upon a clear blue day. I will make my home beneath the waves
All the dreams to never be fulfilled, or followed up on. Making nations fall into the sea.
In oblivion, they fall, but, still, I don't mind.
Dreams They arrange and bend,
Like the paper aero plane you send.
Let our faith, in the end deliver.