Misanthrope river

I went walking through the country
No longer there

I went walking along thin lines
Between people and their share

A thin line
Yours and mine

I picked up a handful of dirt
Like a fistful of god's own cash
Threw it up in the air
Felt it trickle down my back

A thin line
Yours and mine

Don't bury me
With these strangers
'Cause you see my love
They made me lose hope

When it's my turn
Take me down to the river
And let me go