On Fading Away
I was walking down by Hobson’s Creek, in the morning just before it rained
I was walking down by Hobson’s Creek, in the morning just before it rained
The path was slick and I stumbled again and again

I was soaking wet from the night before, shivering to the bone, but I was moving just the same
I was soaking wet from the night before, shivering to the bone, but I was moving just the same
The matches in my pocket all ruined from the rain

I saw a flatboat on the river, the rain started coming down hard
I saw a flatboat on the river, the rain started coming down hard
I was used to bеing wet and did not wipe my face at all

I paddlеd to the current and lay down in the bottom and I drifted in the storm
I paddled to the current and lay down in the bottom and I drifted in the storm
I could hear the river through the boat like it was knocking on a door

I wanted to drift with the river and follow it all the way to the gulf
I wanted to drift with the river and follow it all the way to the gulf
The rhythm of the water put me out just like a drug

I had drifted down for miles and I knew i could not drift back up
I had drifted down for miles and I knew i could not drift back up
The clouds were clearing and I put my matches out to dry in the sun