RIPPLES ON THE WATER,
music and words by Tim PennOn my side I watch the towns pass by,
absence my companion on this magic carpet ride.
And there's a stolen bottle that warms my sole,
In the broken shapes of firelight,
I watch the stories that you told
...that some dreams fade like ripples on the water with time.
But I know where I dropped my stone,
do you, too?
Broken wings, they may be your chain,
but they set me free.
There's an open car on every train calling out to me.
And it rolls on by
...Nameless towns, and the ragged sultans, hide in jungle yards.
gonna roll on by
...And some dreams fade like ripples on the water with time,
But I know where I dropped my stone.
Do you, too?