Lyrics

Nineteen to four,
the rain is beating like a drum
on the old tin roof overhead
- beating down on me.
Nothing to do but sit
and watch the sun come up,
and to think about moving along,
heading far away...
Just like a river,
a lazy river, turning,
drawn away to the falls,
and the torrent.

Listening to the raindrops,
calling me away,
wondering if you'll wake up,
make me want to stay...

Writing a note to say I'm sorry,
but, you know,
that I never meant to stay this long
- and I need to go.
This old guitar is playing
love songs in my head,
but there's an older song,
pulling me away, and its calling me...
Just like a river,
a lonely river, tangling,
through the forests
and fields to the city.

Listening to the raindrops,
calling me away,
wondering if you'll wake up,
make me want to stay...

This coffee's cold, and there's
no reason left to stay,
hauling on my pack, headin' down the road,
where the ferry boards.
Back on the hill,
I see you standing at the door,
so I raise my hand, then I turn away
- and I'm running free,
just like a river,
a restless river, rolling,
on my way to the coast,
and the ocean.

Moving along, I'm running,
just like a river slipping
through the ragged rocks of sorrow
searching for a new tomorrow.