Slipping Through My Fist

I have drifted down a ways along the shoreline
I just watched these ropes give way
Where they were tied
I could have reached out quick when the ropes first slipped, if I had tried
But I was wondering
Where the wind was trying to take me
Overnight, if I never did resist, and
What strange breezes make a sailor want to
Let it come to this
With lines untied, slipping through my fist
It is downhill all the way to the ocean
So of course the river always wants to flow
The river's been here longer
It's older and stronger and knows where to go
And I was wondering where the river's
Trying to take me
Overnight, if I never did resist, and
What strange breezes make a sailor want to
Let it come to this
With lines untied, slipping through my fist
This is where I played as a baby
This is where I ran as a child
This is where my dad took the last breath he had
And smiled
I guess I'm wondering
Where this place is trying to take me
Overnight, if I never did resist, and
What strange breezes make a sailor want to
Let it come to this
With lines untied, slipping through my fist