running along the rocks of the river
and the water’s as cold as the snow
the man is chasing behind me
and I can’t afford to falter or slow
I find solace in what we believe
or the hush of a cool gentle rain
but there’s something we love in the mystery
of a man in the midst of a change
she laughed and said I was going nowhere
because it’s nowhere that she’s ever been
when I get to that place she’ll remember my face
and say “hey man, I knew him when he was younger”
but she never loved me at all
she laughed when I was in pain
because there’s something that we are all frightened of
in a man in the midst of a change
oh out on the roof to inquire of the sky
“the existence of ghosts in my life,
who’s to blame you or i?”
no one would answer me
they just stared
with the weight of the world I pretend not to feel
the windmill is poised for the battle
but the fool understands not the game
he believes in his mission, predestined position
amazing the grace of her name
oh he loves her now as he loved her then
rocinante remembers the days
when I whistled and sat waiting patiently
with the man in the midst of a change
oh out on the roof to inquire of the sky
“the existence of ghosts in my life,
who’s to blame you or i?”
no one would answer me
they just stared
with the weight of the world I pretend not to feel
running along the rocks of the river
with the freedom to step where I choose
though I can’t stop to rest I like traveling best
and besides, I’ve gotten nothing to lose from it
I find solace in all the extremes
In pleasure as well as in pain
I just wish he would let me explain to you
the man in the midst of a change
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