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