Words and music by David Crosby Waking Stream of consciousness On a sleeping Street of dream
Thoughts Like scattered leaves Slowed in midfall Into the streams
Chorus Of fast Running rivers Of choice and chance And time stops here And it seems as if 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
Chorus Of fast Running rivers Of choice and chance And time stops here And it seems as if time Stops here on the delta While they dance While they dance . . . (repeated)
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