I been singing for so long I go from door to door But it ain't the song I'm singing for I've painted every town The colors I ignore No it ain't the change I'm looking for
Mouth of the river, spit out the sea Shake the hands of time Turning the century
I been fishing off the dock Every beach and every brook And it felt the same without the hook I been humbled by the maker I been given all I gave And I don't expect, no I ain't asking to be saved
I found the combination, I've got the key Standing at the door Turning the century Mouth of the river, spit out the sea Stand for something more Uncommon courtesy
