On my way to the telly
I thought of an old friend
who'd long gone away
He took to travelin' when
he turned seventeen
And I stayed at home with the family
A collector of dreams was my old friend
He talked about the times yet to come
I took to workin' at the
Telluride
Sawmill
Been there since I turned 21
The river keeps rollin' past
the south county line
I'd love to roll with it,
but I've run out of time
The days roll by like the logs at the river
And I know I ain't gettin' no younger
We were kids growin' up in the
Rockies
When the mountains were
young and so free
He was my friend and my equal
Though in years he
was younger by three
We grew up in the usual fashion
Never wanting to grow up at all
And I found a family
and he found the rails
Left on the train from
St.
Paul
The river keeps rolling past
the south county line
I'd love to roll with it,
but I've run out of time
Days roll by like the logs at the river
I don't often think of my old friend
Mr.
Creature, can you give
me an answer?
Lord, I can't go on this way I'm
getting old and I don't feel so good
Have I just been wasting my time?
Tell you right, tell you right
Have I just been wasting my time?
you