Moves like a fist through the traffic

Anger and no one can heal it


Shoves a little bump into 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, cool river


Sweeps 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, the cool river

The 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 barking at the break of dawn


Lightning 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


To 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 barking at the break of dawn

Lightning pushes the edges of a 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