[Verse 1]
On my way to the Telluride sawmill today
I thought of an old friend who'd long gone away
He took to travelin' when he turned seventeen
And I stayed at home with a family
[Verse 2]
A collector of dreams was my old friend
He talked about the times yet to come
But I took to workin' at the Telluride sawmill
And I've been there since I turned twenty-one
[Chorus]
The river keeps rollin' past the south county line
I'd love to roll with it, but I've run out of time
The days roll by like thе logs at the river
And I know I ain't gettin' no youngеr
[Verse 3]
We were kids growin' up in the Rockies
When the mountains were young and so free
He was my friend and my equal
Though in years, he was younger by three
[Verse 4]
We grew up in the usual fashion
Never wantin' to grow up at all
But I found a family and he found the rails
He left on the train for Saint Paul
[Chorus]
And the river keeps rollin' past the south county line
I'd love to roll with it, but I've run out of time
The days roll by like the logs at the river
And I don't often think of my old friend
[Verse 5]
Mister preacher, can you give me an answer?
Lord, I can't go on this way
I'm gettin' old and I don't feel so good
Have I just been wasting my time?
[Outro]
Telluride
Telluride
Have I just been wasting my time?