The River (Stripped)

The start of the river is a tiny trickling

As you wait in the white room for deliverance

And tomorrow will never be the same as yesterday

So you live in the moment, never looking either way

You will travel many bridges

Sunken hopes and anchored wishes

You will kiss a million fishes, on your way out to the sea

And they'll trash your opinions until your face turns blue

But they'll never ever take your dreams away from you

May you never know hunger

May you always quench your thirst

May you sleep when you're tired

And then wake up with the birds

And the things that make you happy

Will bring you sadness, bring you heartache

How will we learn from our mistakes if we never let 'em show?

And we'll follow the river until our days are through

And they'll never ever take your dreams away from you