Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Have I done enough, Father
Can I rest now?
Have I learned enough, Mother
Can we talk now?
Will you visit me
In my place of peace?
I'm going driftless
Let's cry all our tears
Cry them all out now
Let them flow down
And clean all the rivers
And the evening sky
Is the reason why
I'm going driftless
Have I worn enough clothes
To go naked?
Have I told enough lies
To see some truth?
Round hill - round thigh
Round breast - round sky
I'm going driftless