October Gold

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Sitting by the riverside Makes me ponder What a world we live in Shaped by Where we go Our mystic river of Chance Sitting by the riverside Makes me ponder The ironic twist We catch glimpses of As we follow the line We believe to be real Our mystic ri

I can tell you that it's true A road that has places that come along with you As you travel long and far Everywhere you are You hear stories Of many who've come before Cast their spell Traveled well And left their tale to tell At the hotel at the end

The well is open, Fill it until it overflows Build it up, Infuse it with all you have Stuff it full, Of anything you can offer Then let it be consumed Drunken by all, Reaped for everything it has Emptied By anyone who dares Then let it be consumed On

Such a change, drivin' in out of the darkness To the sepia glow of the city at 4AM Cars racing around, people with many things to do At all hours of the night, the city never sleeps, maybe quiets into a lucid dream We keep rollin... We keep rollin...

Fireflies, And a willow tree ...in this day of suspended time!! Little flashes of light, Just part of the sights ...washing the city from our souls!! Barn on the hill, Climbing the trees ... these sunny rolling fields!! Under the stars, Firelight on

Walking close to the shore, People come here all the time It's just out of the city The miles don't mean a thing Changing perspectives meet the tide, The water speaks a thousand tongues A place to recognize All the patterns in our lives These moments

A feeling that escapes description, Powerful beyond submission Another universe, Might be the first... A place like nowhere before, Under another sun The world's just begun, Open your eyes Intangibles, dreaming of Intangibles, believing in, Intangibl

All of these years with you Our favorite thing to do Is grab a coffee and go And get out on the road Play all our singing songs Watch the landscape rollin' on Places new, places with you There are so many things still to do... To get out of the city

Dusty Road, Lonely site, Working crew's gone home for the night. Fateful day, Step away, From a world that swallows everything in sight; Got your boots, Need the pay, They rope you in for one more day Till you learn the trade and take on the stress -