Lyrics
Afternoon road, thought I saw smoke overhead
Observing a road in the afternoon, perceiving what seems like smoke in the sky
Turned off down into the brush
Choosing to diverge from the road into the bushes
Got out to walk,
Exiting the vehicle to walk
a face reflected for a moment
Noticing a fleeting reflection of a face
Went to think beside the Rio Grande
Contemplating by the Rio Grande
And swimming beside me,
Swimming with a companion beside
I wanted to tell you but
Feeling the desire to communicate but facing a temporal barrier
couldn’t slide across the decades to know
Unable to transcend time to understand across decades
I’d take you to the canyoned river,
Expressing a willingness to bring someone to a river in a canyon
put your feet out under the sky
Imagining a moment of placing someone's feet beneath the open sky
There are traces in the air
Sensing lingering signs in the atmosphere of a person's exposed history
of your time laid bare
Acknowledging the revealed traces of the person's past
and you want to just let it by
Desiring to let the past be, to not dwell on it
Let it by
Reiterating the intention to let go
One foot of mine was in the afternoon
Describing one foot in the present afternoon and one caught in the rapid flow of time
and one was racing the rate of the water’s flow
Reflecting on the passage of time racing like water
but there’d still be years
Acknowledging the presence of years ahead, even after reaching the source
after I’d reach the source
Recognizing the inevitability of time reaching its endpoint, akin to water reaching the shore
and water’s will ends at the shore
Emphasizing the limitation of the river's will to the boundary of the shore
Into the curve where
Entering a space where any word is sufficient, and departing becomes effortless
any word serves
Highlighting the simplicity of walking away from a situation in this space
and it’s easy to walk away
Reiterating the intention to take someone to a river in a canyon
Take you to the canyoned river,
Directing attention to the walking stream with eyes fixed on it
Eyes are on the walking stream
Finding quietness in the recollection of the past
find silence in my memory
Reflecting on memories and having the ability to let them pass
and I can just let it by
Choosing to let go and move forward
Let it by
Reiterating the intention to allow the past to pass by
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