by John Stewart)



There are voices in the mirror, faces at the door

That open on the rivers we've never seen before

Are there choices for the sparrow, or does he only fly

High above the rivers that are pulling you and I



Oh, there are strange rivers, rivers that we cannot see

There are strange rivers who know our destiny

There are strange rivers who brought your love to me



He could have been a builder, he could have been the one

Who turned his dreams to steel cathedrals in the sun

He could have been a builder, until he bought the gun

There are forces in that river that keep him on the run



Oh, there are strange rivers, rivers that we cannot see

There are strange rivers who know our destiny

There are strange rivers who brought your love to me



Have you ever turned the corner and wondered why you did?

You haven't been that way since you were just a kid

Nothing really happens and then you have to say

You wonder what would happen had you gone the other way



Oh, there are strange rivers, rivers that we cannot see

There are strange rivers who know our destiny

There are strange rivers who brought your love to me