Frank Goodman

Lyrics

BROKEN RIVER

First ray of light
I put on some water
Packed my kit
Rolling on again
Couldn't find a sign
At Broken River
Of friends we'd known
Scattered to the winds

Trailing shadows in a fading light
Distant drums that go all night
The natives are restless
I think I might
Get on the move

When I walked out
Of Broken River
The sun was coming up
Warming up the breeze
I stuck out my thumb
A truck pulled over
It looked just like a wave
The swaying of the trees

Trailing shadows in a fading light
Distant drums that go all night
The natives are restless
I think I might
Get on the move

Treasure the days
Treasure the nights
The pleasure and pain
The dark and the light
The natives are restless
I think I might
Get on the move