I went down to the river
flowing out unto the sea
on my way to the ocean
let the spirit swallow me.

I got low down in the water
I let the current guide my bones
I’ve got nine kinds of trouble
I’m just trying to find my way home.

Over twenty-some years of living
and a thousand wasted days
I have loved a lot of women
Many times I’ve gone wrong ways

And I came down to the water
For a dip. To cleanse my soul.
They keep telling me that I’m just a babe
But baby, why do I feel so old?

This is the verge of a breakthrough
it’s a fine line that cannot be bent
and I felt like I [bad word] dry
but I don’t know where all of the rainwater went

And I believed we were all dead or dying
but I see different in the blue light
there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk
it is daylight until it is night

You’ve got to fight through the dimming
You’ve got [bad word] into the west
You’ve go to rage against the dying of the light
Live for the moment that’s left

‘Cause there is no such thing as a dying man
We’re alive ’till the moment we’re dead
and a drowning man is just a living man
Who [bad word] out of his last bit of breath.

I went down to the river
flowing out unto the sea
on my way to the ocean
let the spirit swallow me.

I got low down in the water
I let the current guide my bones
I’ve got nine kinds of trouble
I’m just trying to find my way home.