Delta. Crosby Stills and Nash

Waking

Stream of consciousness

On a sleeping

Street of dream

Thoughts

Like scattered leaves

Slowed in midfall

Into the streams

Of fastRunning rivers

Of choice and chance

And time stops here

And it seems as if time

Stops here on the delta

While they dance

While they danceI love the child

Who steers this riverboat

But lately he's crazy

For the deep

And the river seems dreamlike

In the daytime

And someone keeps thinkingIn my sleep

Of fastRunning rivers

Of choice and chance

And time stops here

And it seems as if time

Stops here on the delta

While they dance

While they dance . . .

Crosby Stills & Nash