Paroles Bea's song Cowboy Junkies

Bea's song

Speed River at my feet running low and flat
I'm sitting here burning daylight,
thinking about the past
and that distance out there
where the earth meets the sky.
The slightest move and this river mud
pulls me further down.
John's at my side, but he's sitting on firmer ground.

John says I look at the moon and the stars
these days more often than I look into his eyes
and I can't disagree so I don't say nothing.
I just stare on past his face at Venus rising,
like a shining speck of hope hanging over the horizon.

With each passing year that I sit here
that horizon seems to inch just that much nearer
and all that appears on it seems as clear as spit.
But if there's on thing in my life
that these years have taught
it's that you can always see it coming
but you can never stop it.

Speed River at my feet running low and flat
I'm sitting here burning daylight,
thinking about the past
and that distance out there
where the earth meets the sky.
The slightest move and this river mud
pulls me further down
John's at my side,
but he's not noticing that I'm drowning.
The slightest move and this river mud
pulls me further down.
John's at my side,
but he's not noticing that I'm drowning.