Ride On, Mighty River

Is it a museum

[Of needs?] inside my soul?

Is it an asylum

That's gone out of control?

The chains that are my bondage

Have taken quite a toll...

The campfire's deserted,

And the horses are all gone.

A gypsy read a nightmare

That was written on my palm.

And the writings were quite cryptic,

Like some forbidden psalm.

O, river, mighty river,

Will you deliver me?

Will you help me find the beauty

That I can no longer see?

And will you help me find the songs,

The ones that breathe inside of me?

I've traveled many miles,

And I've walked many a shore…

Consorted with all the wise men,

Bedded nearly every whore.

[? Nothing seems as special ?]

Like the way it was before.

O, river, mighty river,

Will you deliver me?

Will you help me find the beauty

That I can no longer see?

And will you help me find the song,

The one that sings inside of me?

I've argued many cases;

I've destroyed many smiles.

Man, I've slept in the strangest places…

I've destroyed many smiles.

I've emptied many bottles,

And many powdered vials.

O, river, mighty river,

Will you deliver me?

Will you help me find the person

That I so long to be?

Will you help me find the song,

The one that sings inside of me?

Mmm…mm…

Ride on, mighty river…

Mmm..mm..

Ride on mighty river..

Ride on mighty river…