Rivers

What kind of film Plays in your mind What finds you in What finds you out And I look for your ghost Almost every night I make up little signs That say you are alright It pours all downstream And foams at the mouth And it rolls all out again And comes back around Love had a purpose Love was a rope Easy to cast, so hard to hold And I followed your footsteps Out onto the sand And they end at the part Where water rush onto land And the wave that we created Will sometimes at least It still finds me here And it offers no peace It pours all downstream And it foams at the mouth And it rolls all out again And comes back around