Hands in my pockets as I walk across the street
I'm feeling tired but my legs they feel a different beat
And in my mind, and in body and my soul
I know the path's the same, it's just that I am getting old

Down to the river whose waters still flow the same
I asked the river if I'll ever find my way again
And from the depths I hear her churn, I hear her say
"Your path is long and you will never know the way, hey"

And now with bare feet and with grass stains on my jeans
I stop in front of a tree as old as could be
I asked the tree if I will ever, ever know
When it is my time to go

But you will know I was here
I was swimming in your bays
But you will know I was here
I was singing every day

Hands in my pockets as I walk across the street
I'm feeling tired but my legs they feel a different beat
And in my mind, and in body and my soul
I know the path's the same, it's just that I am getting old

And to the sky that hangs above on broken strings
Fill it with your planes, and your clouds and all your favourite things
I ask the sky if I will ever get to see
The machinations that go on behind the scenes
But you will know I was here
I was swimming in your bays
But you will know I was here
I was singing every day
I was singing every day