Casting Dreams

Coffee on the counter,

tackle by the door

Morning's got me leaning toward the water once more The week's been

loud and restless, boots stuck on the floor

Bills and buzzing phones keep asking me for more But I can

feel the river pulling steady at my sleeve

A little patch of quiet saying come on,

come and breathe I want the reel and the cooler and a

sky that's wide and blue A chair in the mud bank doing

nothing much but true

I can almost hear the shoreline calling out my name

Just a little patience,

then I'm gone like summer rain I've got the urge to go

fishing, let the whole day drift Line in the water,

heart getting lighter with it

Sun on my shoulders,

old hat brim low Where the worries don't bite and the catfish

do I've got the urge to go fishing,

and I can't sit still Take me down to the river and

over the hill

I know there ain't a promise in the way the water rolls

Might come home with empty hands and peace inside my soul Red

bobber in the current,

dragonflies in flight A small talk with the wind until the evening

starts to light Some folks chase a fast lane,

some need a crowded room Me,

I need a lazy river and a cane pole kind of tune

I've got the urge to go fishing,

let the whole day drift Line in the water,

heart getting lighter with it Sun on my shoulders,

old hat brim low Where the worries don't bite and the catfish

do I've got the urge to go fishing,

and I can't sit still Take me down to the river and

over the hill

Just me and the river till the daylight goes

(mmm) that's where my mind still goes