The river is always flowing
Relentless towards the costal tides
It travels down to the great ocean

While most of us simply watch from the water side

The water becomes Siddhartha's teacher

Sometimes powerful and stern
Sometimes gentle , forgiving
It never changes in direction

As it carries even mountains down to the sea

I'll take you over

I don't want your money
Just hang on tight
Till we reach the other wall

Things in Vegas
They all cling to my ankle
The horn blows wide, and the currents roar


God fill this gutter
That breaks my shoulder

Smash me to pieces
And wash me to mud
Dry me to dust

And set me to smolder
Please let me dissolve in the autumn flood


The rivers always flowing
But I'm free now
From It's grace

I'll be swept down to the ocean
And now you
You will take my place