The River Has Many Voices

Returning

It’s sundown
On that long unending field
The edges burned out
The horizons dark filled
Yeah and then the night: stretches open like
Just like a book: I wish I could write
I reach up and out: to fold the corner down
Yeah to mark the page: yeah to mark this ground
I am in a room with no doors
Yeah I am stretched upon the night with no shores

I am rising: I am falling
I am: returning

When I come back
My first thought will be of you
I’ll wanna show you that
I’ll wanna show you that all things are new
I’ll wanna fold it up: I’ll wanna take it down
I’ll wanna find its name: I’ll wanna make the sound
I’ll wanna reach up and out: to mark the page
So when I hold it out: you’ll know the way
But now I am in a room with no doors
And the night is stretched out over me like a sea with no shores

I am rising: I am falling
I am: returning