Time is a River

Cold eyes rest upon a day-old cup of coffee Steady in his well-worn hands The sun slept in today, but he's gotten used to grey Oh, at least that's what he says He tries to wipe the circles from beneath his eyes But his skin is stained with sleepless nights So he whistles that old melody The one she liked Time is a river that'll never run dry You're either swimming, or your sinking The chair is still imprinted where she used to do her puzzles Ooo when the springtime came, he'd watch her from the window Oooh magnolia Blooming from her fingers Time is a river that'll never run dry You're either swimming, or your sinking The water is high, till the day that you die Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo