Moves like a fist through the traffic
Anger and no one can kill it
Shoves a little bump into the momentum
Just a little lump but you feel it
In the creases and the shadows
With a rattling deep emotion
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the wild, wide ocean
Yes boss, the government handshake
Yes boss, the crusher of language
Yes boss, Mr. Stillwater
The face at the edge of the banquet
The cool, the cool river
The cool, the cool river
And I believe in the future
I shall live in my car
My radio tuned to the voice of a star
Song dogs barkin' at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
And these old hopes and fears still at my side
Anger and no one can hear any, slides through the metal detector
It is like a mole in a motel, a slide in a slide projector
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
And the rage, the rage of love turns inward to
To become prayers of devotion
These prayers are the constant road across the wilderness
These prayers are, these prayers are the memory of God
The memory of God
And I believe in the future
We shall suffer no more
Maybe not in my lifetime
But in yours I feel sure
Song dogs barkin' at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
And these streets quiet as a sleeping army
Send their battered dreams to Heaven, Heaven
For the mother's restless son
Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
Who denies his urge to break and run
Who says hard times?
I'm used to them
The speeding planet burns
I'm used to that
My life's so common it disappears
And sometimes even music
Cannot substitute for tears
Sometimes even music
Cannot substitute for tears, woh, oh