The morning dew, the bayou
So full of life and promise
As the sun comes dancing through
My thoughts find sleep
Where currents run so deep
I'm hardly aware, that they are even there
It's the bloodstream of my past
Holding all the secrets of a life never built to last
Surface at the oddest times and then become subdued
Rising up into the bay
Carrying my cases all the way
Into the pass
Where the dead don't need to ask
If I asked you, what would you do
Give away your secrets
Or keep on pushing through
Then you decide to run fight or hide
The you wont be so concerned
About what you think you heard
It's the bloodstream of my past
Holding all the secrets of a life never built to last
Surface at the oddest times and then become subdued
Rising up into the bay
Carrying my cases all the way
Into the pass
Where the dead don't need to ask
This life can be so giving and so void all the while
It's chary faces in the shadows
Counted in thousands, measure in miles
It's the bloodstream of my past
Holding all the secrets of a life never built to last
Surface at the oddest times and then become subdued
Rising up into the bay
Carrying my cases all the way
Into the pass
Where the dead don't need to ask