Clearwater Groove

two streams... one bed...

Two rivers ran together in the night

Nobody closed the gate between I waded in to find the seam

A little stillness, wide and kind That's where one ends

That's where one begins

Find the quiet,

find the quiet

Every voice has its own shore

Find the quiet, find the quiet

Lay them back where they were before

So many voices

in a single throat

Echoes riding on my own

I held each one

up to the lamp

Named the ones I truly knew

Left a question mark

Where I couldn't tell who

Find the quiet, find the quiet

Every voice has its own shore

Find the quiet, find the quiet Lay them

back where they were before

When someone is lost,

you don't dig up the whole field.

You listen for the first crack in the ice.

You go where the light points.

And you walk gently,

because someone is grieving at the gate.

Later,

round a table, careful hands

Weighing someone not in the room

Say the hard thing early,

say it plain

Before it lands like winter rain

Let the good days count

As much as the pain

Find the quiet,

find the quiet

Every voice has its own shore Find the quiet,

find the quiet Lay

them back where they were before

Two rivers,

each one on its way

The seam is quiet,

the water's clear

find the quiet... Every voice...

is still here