Let the River In

I believe it began innocently enough: a handful of highs, a couple of months
Wandering winter to the south and the sun, as the ice came for Texas again
I got lost for a love that was jagged and just
I could never unspin, never unfrost. So I turned
With the hills to the Amarillo dust, followed by a song you’d sing…
You try to let the river in, you try to let it all roll on
Try to let the river in – you try to let it all roll on
You think a little bit like a thief. You feel
A moment beyond what you see
So I buried my fear in the ditch with my pride, learned how to move
As the sudden crow flies. I could never be yours; I am not even mine
I’m a feather on a finer wing
And in the room to my right, Joey huddled up cold with a melody I made
But knew couldn’t hold. He stole the bell
From the center of my soul, struck it how it’s meant to ring
You try to let the river in – you try to let it all roll on
Thinking a little more like a thief, we felt around
For a crack or a key. Joey and me, we only had a dozen decent ends
But Joey and me, we had these thousand good beginnings
So here we go again
And I will try to let the river in – I’ll try to let it all roll on
You try to let the river in – try to let it all roll on. We’ll try
To let the river in, try to let it all roll on