Words and music by David Crosby



Waking

Stream of consciousness

On a sleeping

Street of dream



Thoughts

Like scattered leaves

Slowed in midfall

Into the streams



Chorus

Of fast

Running rivers

Of choice and chance

And time stops here

And it seems as if time

Stops here on the delta

While they dance

While they dance



I love the child

Who steers this riverboat

But lately he's crazy

For the deep



And the river seems dreamlike

In the daytime

And someone keeps thinking

In my sleep



Chorus

Of fast

Running rivers

Of choice and chance

And time stops here

And it seems as if time

Stops here on the delta

While they dance

While they dance . . . (repeated)