Delta
DAVID CROSBY
Waking
Stream of consciousness
On a sleeping
Street of dreams
Thoughts
Like scattered leaves
Slowed in mid-fall
Into the streams
Of fast running rivers
Of choice and chance
And 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
Of fast running rivers
Of choice and chance
And It seems as if time stops here on the delta (Time stops here on the delta)
While they dance, while they dance, while they dance, do, do, do
