Slipping Through My Fist - David Wilcox

I have drifted down a ways along the shoreline

I just watched these ropes give way

Where they were tied

I could have reached out quick when the ropes first slipped if I had tried

But I was wondering

Where the wind was trying to take me

Overnight if I never did resist and

What strange breezes make a sailor want to

Let it come to this

With lines untied slipping through my fist

It is downhill all the way to the ocean

So of course the river always wants to flow

The river＇s been here longer

It＇s older and stronger and knows where to go

And I was wondering where the river＇s

Trying to take me

Overnight if I never did resist and

What strange breezes make a sailor want to

Let it come to this

With lines untied slipping through my fist

This is where I played as a baby

This is where I ran as a child

This is where my dad took the last breath he had

And smiled

I guess I＇m wondering

Where this place is trying to take me

Overnight if I never did resist and

What strange breezes make a sailor want to

Let it come to this

With lines untied slipping through my fist

With lines untied slipping through my fist