Lyric Silver River Turning

I walked down that boulder road,
Through a child s eye saw places where I used to go.
Where I crawled barefoot with a fishing pole
to the rock that overlooked that steelhead hole
but it s true--silver river turning blue.

It was a small town in a smaller world.
Just a black dot on an old map with its edges curled.
Where they built their industries on the edge of town--
Leaching chemicals from underground
now it s true--that silver river turning blue.

Just got a late reaction. Face reality and stare it down.
Sometimes it s harder hanging on. Much easier to look around.
But I need that job.

Well, this place no city: we re just small players here.
Like a million other heroes drinking poor man s beer.
We know what s right. We re just living it wrong.
But there s no easy answer in the green man s song.
What do you do? When your river s turning Blue.