Riverside Psychedelic Angelic Drift

[Verse 1] I got a halo bent but holdin’, a hymn for breathing slow, a riverside accreditation in watchin’ currents flow. I got honours in the quiet hush, a minor in "be still," a graduate degree in walkin’ home by faith more than by will. [Pre-Chorus] They said, "You seem so calm somehow," I said, "That’s just the way I steer." There’s a chapel in my ribcage, and I light it when you’re near. [Chorus] Riverside psychedelic drift, angel choirs hummin’ low, banjo rings like distant wings over water’s silver glow. I don’t call it weakness, I don’t call it fame, just a little cosmic weather vane that blesses every rain. [Verse 2] I can hear a change in river wind, feel the shoreline lean in tight, catch a sermon in the starlight where the sky pours liquid light. I can smile through revelation, make a map of what I see, turn a long night into lanterns and a tremor into peace. [Pre-Chorus 2] There’s gravel in my pilgrim path, there’s steel inside my feet, there’s a soft hallelujah in the spaces where I breathe. [Chorus] Riverside psychedelic drift, angel choirs hummin’ low, banjo rings like distant wings over water’s silver glow. I don’t call it weakness, I don’t call it fame, just a little cosmic weather vane that blesses every rain. [Bridge] Don’t mistake these shaking hands for not knowin’ what is true. Some folks learn from Sunday words, some from walkin’ through. I’m not lookin’ for a halo shinin’ brighter than my own, I’m just tryin’ to teach this body that this river feels like home. [Final Chorus] Riverside psychedelic drift, still here, still takin’ notes, mandolin like a warning light, fiddle like a rope. I don’t call it victory, but I don’t call it shame, just an angel-swept old river bend that sings what never came. [Outro] Echoes and choirs and banjo rings, one breath, then the next. Riverside in stayin’ here, with my boots still on the deck.