Slipping Through My Fist

I have drifted down a ways along the shoreline

I just watched these ropes give way where they were tied

I could have reached out quick

When the ropes first slipped, if I had tried



But I was wondering where the wind was trying to take me

Overnight, if I never did resist

What strange breezes make a sailor want to let it come to this

With lines untied, slipping through my fist



It is downhill all the way to the ocean

So of course the river always wants to flow

The river's been here longer

It's older and stronger and knows where to go



I guess I'm wondering where the river's trying to take me

Overnight, if I never did resist

What strange breezes make a sailor want to, let it come to this

With lines untied, slipping through my fist



This is where I played as a baby

This is where I ran as a child

This is where my dad

Took the last breath he had and smiled



I guess I'm wondering where this place is trying to take me

Overnight, if I never did resist

What strange breezes make a sailor want to, let it come to this

With lines untied, slipping through my fist

With lines untied, slipping through my fist