Down by the river the boats quickly flee
The old man by the tree is staring at me
Self conscious eyes burn into mine
Two distant souls in need of a sign
To the panorama of the river I turn
As the wind whistles its lamenting concern
Faint music from across the river drifts by
The pulsing sun is warm in the sky
People fishing by the dock talking loud
My thoughts lost in some ephemeral cloud
A young mother sits on a bench in the shade
The currents of my sad regret soon fade
Down by the river in this small river town
The old man by the tree, I realize is me!