Full Moon Float

Late at night I slip into the river I like to float with the current Dark and scary Never knowing where it will Take me. Sometimes it pulls me under Other time it's as gentle as a lamb It snakes and turns And tumbles me Till I am exhausted Sooner or later I am upon the shore And I lie there and look upon the stars Wondering why God put me here I dig my toes in the sand And grasp a willow root Just to feel something real And then I get up And roll a smoke And laugh at the wind For I am just a fool in love And stagger back up the road I put my thumb out And hitch a ride back home Sometimes we talk Sometimes we don’t But we always seem to smoke And share a story or two or three And tell a couple of bad jokes I shake their hand and say goodbye But I'll see them again The next time I get the itch to float Upon a full moon.