The scorching sun is causing me to move around
Within the riverfront park in this trendy little town
With a fire lit underneath me, I seek shelter
And I reach for a higher power to be my helper.
I’ve watched others reach the place I want to be
In a fraction of the time it seems to be taking me
And I wonder, what do they have that I don’t
Is it that I can’t get moving, or just won’t.
Oh, oh, you gotta cross that line
Oh, oh, leap and the net will appear
Oh, oh, see that summer sun shine
Oh, oh, you have nothing to fear.
I go around chasing all the little nickels and dimes
The million bucks seems to elude me all the time
What keeps me from finding a way to break through
There’s something stopping me from doing what I need to do.
I don’t want the whole world—just the little bit that’s mine
But I have to get to the other side of that line
For some reason I’m really terrified of making that jump
Which is really only a small step, barely a bump.
Oh, oh …
The river in front of me is so wide and deep
The bank on the other side is so high and steep
I don’t know if I have what it takes to swim and climb
But I do know that this is the time.
I don’t want the risk of being all dirty and wet
But it looks like there’s no choice to get where I want to get
I dream and fantasize of what it’s like on the other side
But I guess I’ll never find out—that is, unless I’ve tried.
Oh, oh …
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One of my "where do I go from here and how do I get there" mullings from the early part of the century, written on a hot and humid morning right around the summer solstice as I killed some time in the park before going to work. As of now, it's still a lyric without music.