Waking, stream of consciousness On a sleeping street of dreams Thoughts like scattered leaves Slowed in midfall into the streams Of fast running rivers of choice and chance And time stops here, on the delta While they dance While they dance I love the child who steers this riverboat But lately he's crazy for the deep The river seems dreamlike in the daytime Someone keeps thinking in my sleep Of fast running 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 While they dance While they dance While they dance While they dance While they dance While they dance