Every night at about this time I wish I was a thousand miles away
From here
To the place where the river started, where the river started
To appear
And mind seems to evaporate in this jungle of burning thoughts
And time seems to evaporate in this jungle of burning thoughts
And hope, does hope evaporate? Well, I’m hoping against hope it’s not
The river that evaporates when its’ sources together are not
Walking down to the banks of the river my eyes can only
See so deep
But I’m on this river now and there’s something about it
I want to keep
And mind seems to evaporate in this jungle of burning thoughts
And time seems to evaporate in this jungle of burning thoughts
And hope, does hope evaporate? Well, I’m hoping against hope it’s not
The river that evaporates when its’ sources together are not
The path this river takes, it may be crooked it may be straight
The path this river takes, it may be shaped it may be fate
The path this river takes will bend trees and bury slate, but will
The path this river takes every join with that great lake
The path this river takes
The path this river takes
The path this river takes
The path this river takes
