By the Creek

In this world spinning fast, running down
pray you're lucky that your feet can hold their ground.
As you're running just to chase some money down,
where's that satisfaction to be found.
And you try, yes you try to get somewhere,
try to move ,not get stuck inside despair.
Well I say no matter how far you roam,
in these times a troubled mind just got to have a home.

By the creek, I listened to the water roll.
By the creek, you know it did restore my soul.
Waters rushing on and on off to a distant ocean shore
By the creek, I listened to the water roll.

Many souls have come and gone here before.
Some have left their tracks upon the shore.
I'd love to see them if I had the choice.
But there is still a place where I hear their voice.

By the Creek....

Water runs with an even constant course
over rocks seeking level with itself
from the mountains out to the distant shore
just like us always going home.