The Ferryman

The river is always flowing Relentless towards the coastal tides It travels down to the great oceans While most of us simply watch from the water side The water becomes Siddhartha's teacher Sometimes powerful and stern Sometimes gentle, forgiving It never changes in direction As it carries even mountains down to the sea I'll take you over, I don't want your money Just hang on tight, till we reach the other wall Things in Vegas, they all cling to my ankle The horn blows wide and the currents roar God fill this gutter that breaks my shoulder Smash me to pieces and wash me to mud Dry me to dust and set me to smolder Please let me dissolve in the autumn flood The rivers always flowing But I'm free now from it's grace I'll be swept down to the ocean And now you, you will take my place