CROSS THAT RIVER (to Bob Dylan)
(Pier Morandi)
walkin’ down the river
the place where you belong
floatin’ down the memories
inside the rise and the fall.
mr jones is still the same
he asks the reason why
the empty parlour’s full of masks
playin’ skittles on the looking glass.
you must cross that river alone
all along the borderline
muddy and rough and deep the flow
piercing like a rising tide.
the woman in you tells no lies
while her tongue still changes shape
shooting bullets at the guests
there is no place to hide.
you must cross that river alone
all along the borderline
muddy and rough and deep the flow
piercing like a rising tide.
I’m not here - I’m not where you want
I don’t speak the words you want to hear
there’s no more room you don’t empty your mind
be like water flowing
you must cross that river alone
all along the borderline
muddy and rough and deep the flow
piercing like a rising tide.
on the freight trains going south
you can share no silver plates
just a straw bed in the dust
just the silence of their eyes
you can speak of foreign dreams
you can say it’s only a game
they don’t ask that reason why
from the car they show the flow
you must cross that river alone
all along the borderline
muddy and rough and deep the flow
piercing like a rising tide
posizione SIAE 170473