The Cool, Cool River

Moves like a fist through traffic

Anger and no one can heal it

Shoves a little bump to the momentum

It's just a little lump, but you feel it in the

In the creases and the shadows

With a rattling deep emotion

The cool, the cool river

Weeps the wild, white ocean

Yes boss, the government handshake

Yes boss, the crusher of language

Yes boss, Mr. Stillwater

The face at the edge of the banquet

The cool, cool river

Cool, the cool river

I believe in the future

I may live in my car

My radio tuned to the voice of a star

Song dogs barkin' at the break of dawn

Lightnin' pushes the edge of a thunderstorm

And these old hopes and fears

Still at my side

Anger and no one can heal it

Slides through the metal detector

Lives like a mole in a motel

A slide in a slide projector

The cool, cool river

Sweeps the wild, white ocean

The rage, the rage of love turns inward

Prayers of devotion

These prayers are the constant road

Across the wilderness

These prayers are

These prayers are the memory of God

The memory of God

I believe in the future

We shall suffer no more

Maybe not in my lifetime

But in yours, I feel sure

Song dogs barkin' at the break of dawn

Lightnin' pushes the edges of the thunderstorm

And these streets

Quiet as a sleeping army

Send their battered dreams to

Heaven, to Heaven

For the mother's restless son

Who is a witness to

Who is a warrior

Who denies his urge to break and run

Who says, hard times? I'm used to them

The speeding planet burns? I'm used to that

My life's so common, it disappears

And sometimes

Even music

Cannot substitute for tears