Drifting down the river using moonlight for a guide
Drifting Mississippi in the middle of the night
Drifting through the seasons looking for a memory of love
Looking for a reason, for a hand to fit a glove
Summer comes too quickly like a lion strutting proud
Dragonflys sing in the air and silver are the clouds
Destination has to be the last think on my mind
Round the bend is whatever or whoever we find
Drifting Mississippi in the middle of the night
Whatever we hope to be is bound to be
alright