Up the River

I’m drifting further south every day, I’ll be
Past Baton Rouge soon
Somewhere out across the water lies
A stairway to the moon

I have been sailing over troubled waters
Too deep for an anchor to hold
I go where the trade winds want me to go
Tomorrow I will be in Mexico

I have seen visions drifting on the breeze
Under a vertical sun
In a place where no one sounds like me
Set my feet back on solid land

I keep one eye on the weather
And my center of gravity low
At the place where the waters divide
There’s a city of gold