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Summer Sunday morning, no one else around
Iâm walking on the levee, between the river and the town
Waterâs moving fast, streets are slow
Gonna go a little farther, past the part I know
Wasp on the grass, a floating red thorn
Sun coming up, day being born
In that big house last night where I played my guitar
Everyoneâs still sleeping off what they drank at the bar
Or are they making quiet love âneath the turning of a fanâ
Did they wake to the sound of dogs barking at a man?
I grew up down the road, itâs been 40 years
Walking on the levee now, Iâm a stranger here
Read the graffiti on the pump station wall:
âI heart Amberâ in a red sprayed scrawl
âDid you ever have a dream youâre sure was real?â
âWhat does God hideâwhat does God reveal?â
Her daddy had a houseboat docked right down there
I still remember her kiss, the smell of her hair
That boat burned and sank 25 years ago
Karen died by lightning strike, I was told
Walking on the levee, pretty ghost at my side
The past and the present all caught in my eye