Frank Goodman

Lyrics

Broken River

First ray of light
I put on some water
Packed my kit
Rollin 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
Natives are restless; I think I might
Get on the move

When I walked out
Of Broken River
Sun was comin up
Warmin up the breeze
Stuck out my thumb
Truck pulled over
Looked just like a wave
The swaying of the trees

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