River of Souls

There's a river of souls in the sky Above the clouds and the eagle's eye An impossible array of triumphs and failures Beyond what holy men say Clicks and chimes bleat through the draft And remind of times haunting our past Good night Sleep tight All good things are finite Try as we might There's no way to fight Our rhythm, our rock Our song we cannot write No need to say hello I'm already gone Six feet below To the streets of woebegone Good night Sleep tight All good things are finite Try as we might There's no way to fight Our rhythm, our rock Our song we cannot write It's okay son we've had our time To enjoy and laugh on god's dime Hang it up Let me go I was blessed I was shown How to see the river of souls How to flow How I paid the toll Beat of the drum Slide of the strings Deaf blind and dumb That's why I sing