Kinlock

Deep southern boondocks
Out just past nowhere
Road turns to dust
Almost not quite there

Slidin' down falls
Climbin' up ropes
Jumpin' off cliffs
Swimmin' in hope

Pine perfumed breeze
Green-eyed sun glint
Feel of the forest
Floor on your skin

Think of a girl
Think of another
Think of a friend
Last words you uttered

Wherever you're goin' 
That river keeps flowin'
Thru the back of your mind
And the holes in your soul
Refillin', remindin'
Sometimes sends you pinin'
For a life that was lived
A lifetime ago

Some days it's a trickle
Some days it's a flood
Memories preserved
By Alabama mud

There's still a falls
And cliffs you can dive
But back then's a place
You cannot drive

So leap when you're young
Soon you'll be old
You'll stand on that cliff
Afraid to let go

Dimmed-eyed and tired
A sad smile appears
Not for this place
But those headlong years

Wherever you're goin' 
That river keeps flowin'
Thru the back of your mind
And the holes in your soul
Refillin', remindin'
Sometimes sends you pinin'
For a life that was lived
A lifetime ago

Deep southern boondocks
Out just past nowhere
Time turns to dust
You can’t get back there