Speakers UP! For Carly Simon: Let The River Run

So there I was, in the most miserable excuse for a city on the entire planet -- aka Chicago -- in a hotel room at night, working on a fruitless, thankless assignment for an ad agency that was major in its field. And this is what I heard over and over and over again. It was the pay-per-view movie at the time and I kept the channel tuned to the advert. It was the only thing keeping me tethered to earth while forces conspired to undermine and subvert me.

Let The River Run



It's pretty. It's energizing. But I still think the lyrics don't make any damned sense!

We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.

Silver cities rise,
The morning lights
The streets that meet them,
And sirens call them on
With a song.

It's asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.

We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

We the great and small
Stand on a star
And blaze a trail of desire
Through the dark'ning dawn.

It's asking for the taking.
Come run with me now,
The sky is the color of blue
You've never even seen
In the eyes of your lover.

Oh, my heart is aching.
We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

It's asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.

We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.

And by the way, the dark forces won.

They always do.