Brown Muddy River
Sitting in a cafe I been coming to for years,
People’s churning laughter burning through my ears,
Driving through the smoke broiling from my tea,
Brown muddy river come on cover me.
The lover I been seeing I can’t see no more,
‘Stead of looking at this man I should be heading for the door,
Fool that I am, fools that we are,
Can’t seem to bring myself to feel any more.
Take a ten minute steps down the road,
Through the darkness green eyes glowed,
We been warned there’s a danger of death,
Still we drive on and on none the less.
When you see a person, drowning in their blues,
Take a two minutes more to walk a mile in their shoes.
My throat’s dry, my lips are chapped,
No one spares me saving grace, all goodness stopped,
No one gives two damns, no one throws a line,
E’ryone goes on a-driving, everything is fine.
One man stops and drops three coins,
People call hallelujah and cover up their loins,
Misinterpretation of a simple situation,
Ambition driving them above their station.
Step back to the cafe I been going to for years,
Feeling the warmth flow around my ears,
Fool that I was, fools that we were,
All I ever needed was here.