Prophets Of The River (words & music by Roy Evan Burstiner)
Notes of paper on water, where all the dreams have been carved
Billy said we’ll face where the prophets lie in waiting
In the river game that’s running so hard
Sun beating down upon the wetlands
Journey to the desert of the nomad lands
Billy I said we’re in this river tonight
And our dust dreams fade away in the sand
Broken promise of an idea, holy water in the sea
Carving names between the cracks of the sidewalk
whispers of the wind thru the trees
Shotgun words are still blasting
Crossing the ripple in time to blame
And the Dogs are howling to the sun and moon
Falling down along the river game
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Dust is painting on their lifelines
Ringing out into the night.
In a melody thats never ever been heard
Raining down in a circle of light
Billy time is a waistin’
In his palm the gypsy lady makes her claim
But we’ll cast our stones into the dark of the night
As we place the steps into our names.
Notes of paper on water, written all the dreams that we never broke
Billy said we’ll fade where the prophets lie in waiting
In the words that we never spoke
In the highway we never rode
All the dreams that we never …