Rock me on the water

From American Idyll, TW's blog dedicated to the river and the canyon, to his loves. There is no rhyme or reason to *my* selections below -- whereas he carefully presents his pictures, narrates them, knows where they're from.

Water drove me.

It gives, it's velvet; It endures, it grinds us down, rock to silt. It blesses and tickles and soothes us. It swirls and does what it wants, following and breaking the rules.

I miss him, not knowing him.
(Also, every other permutation.)

Oh people, look around you
The signs are everywhere
You've left it for somebody other than you
To be the one to care
You're lost inside your houses
There's no time to find you now
Your walls are burning and your towers are turning
I'm going to leave you here and try to get down to the sea somehow

The road is filled with homeless souls
Every woman, child and man
Who have no idea where they will go
But they'll help you if they can
Now everyone must have some thought
That's going to pull them through somehow
Well the fires are raging hotter and hotter
But the sisters of the sun are going to rock me on the water now

Rock me on the water
Sister will you soothe my fevered brow
Rock me on the water
I'll get down to the sea somehow

Oh people, look among you
It's there your hope must lie
There's a sea bird above you
Gliding in one place like Jesus in the sky
We all must do the best we can
And then hang on to that Gospel plow
When my life is over, I'm going to stand before the Father
But the sisters of the sun are going to rock me on the water now

Rock me on the water
Sister will you soothe my fevered brow
Rock me on the water, maybe I'll remember
Maybe I'll remember how
Rock me on the water
The wind is with me now
So rock me on the water
I'll get down to the sea somehow

--Jackson Browne, Rock Me On The Water