Rivers of Glass
Timothy Goode
Three in the afternoon and I'm floating on rivers of glass
Cut so deep, so sharp my mind is lost as she flew past
Never knew death so close, can't fathom what I'll do next
Time stands still, the clock holds my attention fast
Six o'clock in the morning, I'm floating on rivers of glass
Sang so long, so loud didn't hear her as she gasped
A decade older, the landscape colder, I know what I'll do next
Dress up, look straight ahead and know that this won't last
This won't last
Nine in the evening I'm floating on rivers of glass
A child so young, so precious, can't hold her as she passed
Standing in the foyer of a place I loved so well, knew so well
Say a prayer, to the car, get the others, can it be
Can it be