Moves like a fist through the traffic
Anger and no one can heal it
Shoves a little bump into the momentum
It's just a little lump
But you feel it
In the c reases and the shadows
With a r attling deep emotion
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the w ild, white ocean
Yes Boss. The government handshake
Yes Boss. The crusher of language
Yes Boss. Mr. Stillwater,
The face at the edge of the banquet
The c ool, cool river
The cool, the cool river
E♭m7 Fm F＃ Fm E♭m7 Fm F＃ Fm E♭m7
I belie ve in the future
I may l ive in my car
My radio tuned to
The v oice o f a star
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
And these old hopes and fears
Still at my side
Anger and no one can heal it
Slides through the metal detector
Lives like a mole in a motel
A slide in a slide projector
The cool, the cool river
Sweeps t he wild, white ocean
Fm F＃ Fm E♭m7 Fm F＃ Fm E♭m7 Fm
The rage, the rage of love turns i nward
To p rayers of devotion
And these prayers are
The constant road across the wilderness
These prayers are,
These prayers are the memory of God
The memory of God
I belie ve in the future
We s hall suffer no more
Maybe not i n my lifetime
But in y ours I feel s ure
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
And these streets
Quiet as a sleeping army
Send their battered dreams to h eaven, to heaven
For the mother's restless son
Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
Who denies his urge to b reak and run
Who says: Hard times?
I'm used to them
The speeding planet burns
I'm used to that
My life's so common it disappears
And sometimes even music
Cannot substit ute for tears
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