Lost Hot River

You know now what I need

Sandstone

Way down that lost hot river

That no one can see

My canyon of desolation

It's silent and green

A shrine assigned for those who enter

Your soul, without the scene

After all you floated through

You think you would have learned

Going solo is not so bad, boy

Expect her to return

To the canyon of desolation

It's silent and green

A shrine assigned for those who enter

Your soul, without the scene

A good friend went down last week

Her love had run aground

There really isn't much to say

Head in the sky, feet on the ground

You know now what I need

Sandstone

Way down that lost hot river

That no one can see

It's the canyon of desolation

It's silent and green

A shrine assigned for those who enter

Your soul, without the scene

You know now what I need

Sandstone

Way down that lost hot river

That no one can see

My canyon of desolation

It's silent and green

A shrine assigned for those who enter

Your soul, without the scene

You know now what I mean

Sandstone

Way down that lost hot river

That no one can see

LOST HOT RIVER, the final song, was written following rafting trips through Desolation Canyon on the Green River, and the Colorado River in Utah. The song is a take on the lifestyle of river guides. It's a metaphorical treatment of the balance between human independence and personal isolation, employing the beauty and starkness of the rivers of the Colorado Plateau as a challenging backdrop full of emotional drawbacks. What weakens you makes you stronger it seems. You know what's real and it's obtainable, but it's way down there, on some river that you have to commit to. Along the way are all the peaks, the amplitudes, and the frequencies. The human condition is to crave them, as well as to avoid them.