It's gonna take a little time if I'm gonna find my way through the murky water

It's gonna take a few years if I'm ever gonna get this off my mind

Cause every time I dig a hole, I'm digging into this earth a little bit deeper

If I'm to fill it back up it's gonna take a little bit of time

A little time, to get us across the water

A little more time, to navigate this crooked line

A little time, to get us across the desert

Cause there's always an oasis on the horizon of my mind

Well the Spirit was strong, but the flesh was weak

I found it so hard to turn the other cheek

You live by the sword, you're gonna die by the sword

and if you're living at all you can thank the lord

I heard it was a good book, I had to take a second look

I never really knew what life was about

Never cared about tradition, always lived on intuition

Never really settled but I never settled down

No the river never knew nothin' 'bout her Mother or her Father

Yet she'd always find her way through the twists and the turns and the crooked lies

Never wantin' for nothin' but her freedom, she'd roll on and on

And when it g ot calm she'd reflect the stars up in the sky

A little bit of freedom was shining up off the water

A little bit of freedom to let her live her life

The freedom to flood the land, or to dry up like a desert

The freedom to live the life you love, and the freedom to die

Well the Spirit was strong, but the flesh was weak

I found it so hard to turn the other cheek

You live by the sword, you're gonna die by the sword

and if you're living at all you can thank the lord

The Spirit was strong, but the flesh was weak

I found it so hard to turn the other cheek

You live by the sword, you're gonna die by the sword

and if you're living at all you can thank the lord