Moves like a fist through traffic
Anger and no one can heal it
In the creases and the shadows
With a rattling deep emo-tion
The cool, cool riv-er
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
Yes Boss. The government handshake
Yes Boss. The crusher of language
The cool, the cool riv-er
The cool, the cool riv-er
I believe in the future
I may live in my car
My radio tuned to
The voice of 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
The cool, cool riv-er
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
The rage, the rage of love turns inward
To prayers of devotion
And these prayers are
The constant road across the wilderness
These prayers are the memory of God
The memory of God
And I believe in the future
We shall suffer no more
Maybe not in my lifetime
But in yours I feel sure
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
And these streets
Quiet as a sleeping army
Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven
For the mother's restless son
Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
Who denies his urge to break and run
Who says: Hard times?
The speeding planet burns
I'm used to that
My life's so common it disappears
And sometimes even music
Cannot substitute for tears