I been singing for so long

I go from door to door

But it ain't the song I'm singing for

I've painted every town

The colors I ignore

No it ain't the change I'm looking for



Mouth of the river, spit out the sea

Shake the hands of time

Turning the century



I been fishing off the dock

Every beach and every brook

And it felt the same without the hook

I been humbled by the maker

I been given all I gave

And I don't expect, no I ain't asking to be saved



I found the combination, I've got the key

Standing at the door

Turning the century

Mouth of the river, spit out the sea

Stand for something more

Uncommon courtesy