The River

A space traveler on a mission to scout the earth
Landed where the four winds blow
And when she went to make her report
This is what she said

There's a river on the freeway
Where the four winds blow
From the city to the countryside
Winding to and fro
In the morning, in the evening
The tide begins to swell
And the river runs and races
And it's signaled by a bell

A hollow metal vessel
And it vibrates and it rings
And the river runs and races
To bring the many things it carries on the surface
Of a running, racing tide

There's a river on the freeway
You can take it for a ride
All you have to do is enter
From some designated lane and you ride
'Til your off-ramp signals that you're home again
And the river starts receding
And it murmurs now and then
In the lull before the coming
Of the tide that's rushing in

There's a river on the freeway
And the river has a song
And it's based upon a ditty
And it's murmured by the strong

There's a river on the freeway
And it's signaled by a bell
There's a river on the freeway

Sometimes the night is silent
For a moment there's no sound
Except perhaps a cricket
Beeping on the ground
Or a fuming, zooming motor
An engine now and then
Doing ninety miles an hour
Braking limits skipping in

There's a river on the freeway
And the river has a song
And it's based upon a ditty
And it's murmured by the strong
There's a river on the freeway
And it's signaled by a bell
There's a river on the freeway
Underneath a magic spell