The sharpest of opinions is lying down forever Tuesday morning without a sound And if you say you don't like what I brought before you Then all my cards are on the ground I'm a stream off a stream off a great river delta Running through the Hudson where you grew up And I will always circle back to my beginnings And heed that dark demanding blood And when I said goodbye and thank you You know I didn't mean it to sound so small And you were looking smaller than I had ever seen ya And I never really made ya proud at all But I'm a stream off a stream off the great river Hudson Running to the farm wherе you grew up And I will always circle back to my beginnings And heed that dark demanding blood Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh