Well I was shacked up down in Mobile
With a girl from New York City.
She woke me up one night to tell me
That we weren't alone.
She said she saw the ghost
Of a woman staring at me.
I told her not to worry,
But in the morning when I woke up, she was gone.

So I headed on to Florida where
I tangled with some sailors.
And as I lay bloody on the wharf,
I cursed the ship they sailed on.
Wouldn't you know, twenty four hours later
That ship sank into the ocean...
Disappearing like an unwanted memory
Beneath the waves.

I guess it's 'cause, still waters run,
Run deep in me
And I got this crazy way
Crazy way of swimming in still waters.

And I was woke up just before dawn
By an old man crying in the rain.
He was drunk and he was lonely
And as he passed by he sang a hymn.
And as I lay there listening,
Well I almost joined him in that song...
But instead I just held my peace,
And waited 'till that old man moved along.

Then later on that day about
A quarter mile out of town,
I found his body hanging in
A grove of pines, swaying in the wind.
And as he swang that rope sang another hymn
To Jesus,
And this time though I don't know why,
I somehow felt inclined to sing along.

I guess it's cause, still waters run,
Run deep in me
And I got this crazy way
Crazy way of swimming in still waters.

Yes and there are projects for the dead
And there are projects for the living...
Thought I must confess sometimes
I get confused by that distinction...
And I just throw myself into the arms
Of that which would betray me.
I guess to see how far Providence
Will stoop down just to save me.

And it's all because, still waters run,
Run deep in me
And I've got this crazy way
Crazy way of swimming in still waters