Summer Sunday morning, no one else around
I'm walking on the levee, between the river and the town
Water's moving fast, streets are slow
Gonna go a little farther, past the part I know
Wasp on the grass, a floating red thorn
Sun coming up, day being born
In that big house last night where I played my guitar
Everyone's still sleeping off what they drank at the bar
Or are they making quiet love ‘neath the turning of a fan—
Did they wake to the sound of dogs barking at a man?
I grew up down the road, it's been 40 years
Walking on the levee now, I'm a stranger here
Read the graffiti on the pump station wall:
“I heart Amber†in a red sprayed scrawl
“Did you ever have a dream you're sure was real?â€
“What does God hide—what does God reveal?â€
Her daddy had a houseboat docked right down there
I still remember her kiss, the smell of her hair
That boat burned and sank 25 years ago
Karen died by lightning strike, I was told
Walking on the levee, pretty ghost at my side
The past and the present all caught in my eye