The Ferryman - Pete Townshend

The river is always flowing

Relentless towards the costal tides

It travels down to the great ocean

While most of us simply watch from the water side

The water becomes Siddhartha’s teacher

Sometimes powerful and stern

Sometimes gentle, forgiving

It never changes in direction

As it carries even mountains down to the sea

I’ll take you over

I don’t want your money

Just hang on tight

Till we reach the other wall

Things in Vegas

They all cling to my ankle

The horn blows wide, and the currents roar

God fill this gutter

That breaks my shoulder

Smash me to pieces

And wash me to mud

Dry me to dust

And set me to smolder

Please let me dissolve in the autumn flood

The rivers always flowing

But I’m free now

From It’s grace

I’ll be swept down to the ocean

And now you

You will take my place