I walked down that boulder road,
Through a child's eye saw places where I used to go.
Where I crawled barefoot with a fishing pole
to the rock that overlooked that steelhead hole
but it's true--silver river turning blue.
It was a small town in a smaller world.
Just a black dot on an old map with its edges curled.
Where they built their industries on the edge of town--
Leaching chemicals from underground
now it's true--that silver river turning blue.
Just got a late reaction. Face reality and stare it down.
Sometimes it's harder hanging on. Much easier to look around.
But I need that job.
Well, this place no city: we're just small players here.
Like a million other heroes drinking poor man's beer.
We know what's right. We're just living it wrong.
But there's no easy answer in the green man's song.
What do you do? When your river's turning Blue.
- Look At The Animals
- Law Of The Bungle
- Law Of The Bungle Part II
- Left Right
- Critique Oblique
- Post Last
- No Rehearsal
- Paradise Steakhouse
- Sealion II
- Piece Of Cake
- Silver River Turning
- Crew Nights
- The Curse
- Rosa On The Factory Floor
- A Small Cigar
- Man Of Principle
- Commons Brawl
- No Step
- Drive On The Young Side Of Life
- I Don't Want To Be Me
- Broadford Bazaar
- Lights Out
- Truck Stop Runner
- Hard Liner