Head Waters

Worry’s like water, it’ll always find
The lowest little ditches in your mind
And of course the creeks get swollen after a heavy rain
But this flash flooding can’t be explained
The head waters are a mystery
I’ve heard about a lake up in the hills
Fed by the cold spring of misery:
May it run dry; I’ve had my fill
Does it ever happen to you, when you’re in the van —
You have a major crisis of faith in man
Doing the subtle soft­shoe between the gas and the brake
Thinking, How can I trust these people not to make mistakes?
The head waters are a mystery
Must be somewhere up near the great divide
I’d make a sacrifice to the god of gravity
If from now on, they’d flow down the other side
When has it ever helped to worry?
This plane’s been delayed
This pain’s worse today
Will I get there on time?
How am I going to die?
Are my feelings all fake?
Is this song a mistake?
The head waters are a mystery
I imagine a melting field of ice
Glaciers older than history
This century are taking the big slide
The head waters are a mystery
No one knows where these waters rise
At least no one who’s been there and known what he’s seen
Has managed to make it back alive