Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bill Berry
Bill Berry
Drums
Mike Mills
Mike Mills
Bass Guitar
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Lead Vocals
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Songwriter
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Songwriter
William Berry
William Berry
Songwriter
Michael Edward Mills
Michael Edward Mills
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R.E.M.
R.E.M.
Producer
Scott Litt
Scott Litt
Producer
Andrew Roshberg
Andrew Roshberg
Recording Engineer
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Mixing Engineer
Ed Brooks
Ed Brooks
Mixing Engineer
George Cowan
George Cowan
Recording Engineer
John Keane
John Keane
Recording Engineer
Mark Howard
Mark Howard
Recording Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Ted Malia
Ted Malia
Recording Engineer
Tod Lemkuhl
Tod Lemkuhl
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey now, little speedy head
The read on the speed meter says
You have to go to task in the city
Where people drown, and people serve
Don't be shy, you just deserve
It's only just light years to go
[Chorus]
Me, my thoughts are flowers strewn
Ocean storm, bayberry moon
I have got to leap to find my way
Watch the road and memorize
This life that passed before my eyes
And nothing is going my way
[Verse 2]
The ocean is the river's goal
A need to leave the water knows
We're closer now than light years to go
[Chorus]
I have got to find the river
Bergamot and vetiver
Run through my head and fall away
Leave the road and memorize
This life that passed before my eyes
Nothing is going my way
[Verse 3]
There's no one left to take the lead
But I tell you, and you can see
We're closer now than light years to go
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
Fall into the ocean
[Chorus]
The river to the ocean goes
A fortune for the undertow
None of this is going my way
There is nothing left to throw
Of ginger, lemon, indigo
Coriander stem and rows of hay
Strength and courage overrides
The privileged and weary eyes
Of river poet search naivete
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
All of this is coming your way
Written by: Michael Edward Mills, Michael Stipe, Peter Buck, William Berry
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