(Words and music by David Crosby)

Waking
Stream of consciousness

On a sleeping
Street of dream

Thoughts
Like scattered leaves
Slowed in midfall
Into the streams

Chorus
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

I 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 thinking
In my sleep

Chorus
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 . . . (repeated)