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 one 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.