Waking stream of consciousness

On a sleeping street of dream

Thoughts like scattered leaves

Slowed in mid fall into the streams

Of fast running rivers of choice and chance

And time stops here on the delta

While they dance, while they dance

I love the child who steers this riverboat

But lately he's crazy for the deep

And the river seems dreamlike in the daytime

And someone keeps thinking in my sleep

Of fast running rivers of choice and chance

And time stops here on the delta

While they dance, while they dance

While they dance, while they dance

While they dance, while they dance

While they dance, while they dance