Edge of the Colorado

Black clay on my mind
Out of touch, out of time
No concrete or yellow lanes
Just bare feet and knotted vines
Find me standing on the edge of the Colorado
Live oak- and cedar-kissed
From Boggy Creek to Montopolis
We’ll never know how much we missed
A hundred years before this
Find me standing on the edge of the Colorado
I wanna go back to a river town
Before the age of the runaround
To that moment I can hear my mama
Calling me back home
Find me standing on the edge of the Colorado
High speed obsession
My sense of direction is gone
Constant connections
Got me further from where I belong
You never can go back, it seems
You never know what nothing means
Turn off the phone, turn out the light
I’ll meet you in my dreams tonight
Find me standing on the edge of the Colorado
I wanna go back to a river town
Before the age of the runaround
To that moment I can hear my mama
Calling me back home