Drowning

It appears there’s not much room for music in this battered heart of mine. I’m down to one simple song, “River of Tears” by Eric Clapton.

It’s three miles to the river
That would carry me away,
And two miles to the dusty street
That I saw you on today

It’s four miles to my lonely room
Where I will hide my face,
And about half a mile to the downtown bar
That I ran from in disgrace.

Lord, how long have I got to keep on running,
Seven hours, seven days or seven years?
All I know is, since you’ve been gone
I feel like I’m drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
Drowning in a river.
Feel like I’m drowning,
Drowning in a river.

In three more days, I’ll leave this town
And disappear without a trace.
A year from now, maybe settle down
Where no one knows my face.

I wish that I could hold you
One more time to ease the pain,
But my time’s run out and I got to go,
Got to run away again.

Still I catch myself thinking,
One day I’ll find my way back here.
You’ll save me from drowning,
Drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
Drowning in a river.
Feels like I’m drowning,
Drowning in a river.
Lord, how long must this go on?

Drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.

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This song fits me well, except for one thing – I hurt way too much to cry. Someday…someday…maybe the tears will flow. Strange, isn’t it, that I should find myself yearning to drown in a river of tears?

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