Rolling Stone

The river wrote a song
And it speaks to me as I sleep
Over and over like a burning wind, love
It paints just like a picture in our backyard
River, there's music in the canyon again
When they sing
I imagine how it used to be
Over and over like a burning wind, love (yes!)
The morning sun walking through my window
Over and over like a rolling stone (rolling like a stone)
It paints just like a picture in our backyard