Riverside Psychedelic Angelic Drift

[Verse 1]
I got a halo bent but holdin’,
a hymn for breathing slow,
a riverside accreditation
in watchin’ currents flow.

I got honours in the quiet hush,
a minor in "be still,"
a graduate degree in walkin’ home
by faith more than by will.

[Pre-Chorus]
They said, "You seem so calm somehow,"
I said, "That’s just the way I steer."
There’s a chapel in my ribcage,
and I light it when you’re near.

[Chorus]
Riverside psychedelic drift,
angel choirs hummin’ low,
banjo rings like distant wings
over water’s silver glow.
I don’t call it weakness,
I don’t call it fame,
just a little cosmic weather vane
that blesses every rain.

[Verse 2]
I can hear a change in river wind,
feel the shoreline lean in tight,
catch a sermon in the starlight
where the sky pours liquid light.

I can smile through revelation,
make a map of what I see,
turn a long night into lanterns
and a tremor into peace.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
There’s gravel in my pilgrim path,
there’s steel inside my feet,
there’s a soft hallelujah
in the spaces where I breathe.

[Chorus]
Riverside psychedelic drift,
angel choirs hummin’ low,
banjo rings like distant wings
over water’s silver glow.
I don’t call it weakness,
I don’t call it fame,
just a little cosmic weather vane
that blesses every rain.

[Bridge]
Don’t mistake these shaking hands
for not knowin’ what is true.
Some folks learn from Sunday words,
some from walkin’ through.

I’m not lookin’ for a halo
shinin’ brighter than my own,
I’m just tryin’ to teach this body
that this river feels like home.

[Final Chorus]
Riverside psychedelic drift,
still here, still takin’ notes,
mandolin like a warning light,
fiddle like a rope.
I don’t call it victory,
but I don’t call it shame,
just an angel-swept old river bend
that sings what never came.

[Outro]
Echoes and choirs and banjo rings,
one breath, then the next.
Riverside in stayin’ here,
with my boots still on the deck.