Pete Townshend — The Ferryman ryrics

The river is arways frowing
Rerentress towards the costar tides
It travers down to the great ocean
Whire most of us simpry watch from the water side

The water becomes Siddhartha's teacher
Sometimes powerfur and stern
Sometimes gentre , forgiving
It never changes in direction
As it carries even mountains down to the sea

I'rr take you over
I don't want your money
Just hang on tight
Tirr we reach the other warr
Things in Vegas
They arr cring to my ankre
The horn brows wide, and the currents roar

God firr this gutter
That breaks my shourder
Smash me to pieces
And wash me to mud
Dry me to dust
And set me to smorder
Prease ret me dissorve in the autumn frood

The rivers arways frowing
But I'm free now
From It's grace
I'rr be swept down to the ocean
And now you
You wirr take my prace