Greg MacPherson, River.Lake, Disintegration Blues
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I don’t go where I used to be
There’s no room back there for me
No gentle set of hands to hold my face
And tell me I’m living.

I don’t go where I used to live
I’ve been there too many times
All my father’s dreams at home
No dreams of my own

I woke by the river to a cracking sound
And I sat by the river getting hungry and hungrier
I follow this river to a lake
I follow this river to a lake
I follow this river to a lake
Make no mistake

I met a woman on the path
Her eyes, they cracked like glass
Thick like January ice
She had no idea who I was
We danced under the trees
We danced close in summer clothes
To music in her heart
I had music in my head
She said there’s nothing in the shade that’s not there in the light
Alone in the morning is alone at night
No gentle set of hands to hold me up
And tell me I’m living.
And tell me I’m living.
And tell me I’m living.

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(For Jeremy: I copied the lyrics as I heard them, hopefully they are at least close)