copyright  Kristen Grainger 2020

Mid-October, the geese are flying over headed for the coast
But you’re not here, it seems this time of year is when I feel it most
All that talk of heaven never resonated back in Sunday school
I found my religion on a windy mountain ridge and on a riverbank with you

When melancholy gets into my way
I remember what you used to say

Keep the river on your right, you can’t go wrong with the river on your right
If you’ve lost your way, and you’re running out of daylight
Keep the river on your right

The autumn leaves, they whisper in the trees against an endless sky
Despite it all, every leaf must fall just like you and I
If there is a heaven, I bet you’ve got your campsite all staked out
If there is a heaven, I bet you play that country station way too loud

When melancholy gets into my way
I remember what you used to say

Keep the river on your right, you can’t go wrong with the river on your right
If you’ve lost your way, and you’re running out of daylight
Keep the river on your right