times have changed and the change of time's slow
going my ramble tamble's still in tact and I’ve
got plenty guts still
showing all along the levy where we just sat
and sometimes drank one
the weeds are growing over all of our summer
days long gone
just take me to the riverbank with no clouds in the sky
and if you do I won't give my thanks but
I’ll stay there till I die
I’ve grown and shedded some I’ve shed the ones
I used to care for
it seems they're all long dead and gone but they're
still up to the same chores along the endless streets
that are now breeds of walking feet that I just don't
have the time for
now I start to save my time, pack my things and
say good-bye unsatisfied and anxious now I want to
blow away from here just take me to the riverbank
just take me to the riverbank where waters run like
some mistake and I can make my history...