Columbia River

Everybody tries to make me dance but I just want to sit still And stare right at you with my strongest gaze. It's an innocent youthful thrill And hold your hand on my front porch swing when the summer night sends a chill And dream of driving way up north though I know we'll never get our fill Everybody tries to fall in love but I just keep making friends When I sort through the stars at night I'm looking for some kind of sign of the end If the sun won't rise when the morning comes I'll be ready 'cause I don't depend On those things like philosophy and the sunrise, moon tides, pursuit of happiness I find that I wish I was home I find that I wish I was home Singing songs that I [you] already know Instead of always writing [singing] my own And arranging the tones In this city that reminds me I'm alone I find that I wish I was yours I find that I wish I was yours And belonged to all the birds nesting on the porch And all the trees along the river gorge And every windswept metaphor -- All of yours until I am nothing more