We sent the summer out in style She's gone but she left me with a smile I laugh when I start to think about us ?Cause she was mine for a little while Hot sun, dancin' on the river We'd sit on the bank and watch the world roll by Our feet in the water,

To court and spark Love came to my door With a sleeping roll And a madman's soul He thought for sure I'd seen him Dancing up a river in the dark Looking for a woman He was playing on the sidewalk For passing change

By the rivers of my mem'ry It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the

Making memory lane out of old back roads That spot in the woods where the cops don't go Live for a while, for whatever feels good In the moment, on the river, rock the chain When they roll up Main Street in this town We hook up and we roll out All

As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset Waterloo sunset's fine Dirty old river, must you keep rolling Flowin' into the night People so busy, making me dizzy Taxi light shines so bright But I don't need no friends I am in paradise Every day I look at the

It's been good to me but it knows too much, he'd sing it all I'd have to find a riverbank and roll it off If my truck could talk If my truck could talk, I'd have to yank out all the wires Pour on the gas, set it on fire, anything to shut it up Twelve

Damn, it feels good to be me I'll be alright Rollin' these streets all summer long Damn, I got it all figured out I got no worries that I'm worried about Coltrane love supreme It's like I caught some crazy, happy disease It feels so good Nobody blowin'

Wipe it off your sleeve Your superiority Don't roll your eyes my sweet We're just the same We all get desperate sometimes Feeling black and blue I know you'll find it hard To accept it sometimes We all feel black and we feel blue

I put the rage in a river, roll in a thunder But you kept me from going under When that current got too heavy I always thought I'd be a heap of metal And a cloud of smoke, foot stuck to the pedal Sold for parts like a junkyard rusted-out Chevy Fear I've

Hear the bucket hit the bottom and the rope come rolling by Piece by lonely piece the mountainside tumbles away Back down to the river bottom lined with pocket worry stones A hundred years in hand worn smooth by long grandmother nights Sitting by the