(by Bruce R. Hornsby)



Riding in the early evening, I'd say

I know of a certain tree

I always asked if you wanted to go

You'd just sit there silently

Now you say come on let's go

You know where you want to be

As I watch you tan inthe water so brown

Desire gets the best of modesty



Walk me down the side of the water

Lay your weary head on me

Lay your clothes up on the table

Wrap your worries round the red cedar tree



It's a special night

Looks like a special night

There'll be some changes made

On the water tonight

Go in a boy and come out a man



Looking out at thewater

You say, "what do you think?"

Indecision in my face and arms

You say you either swim or you sink

Sliding off, sliding down

Wetness in the evening mist

No ride in the countryside

Ever compared to this



Walk me down the side of the water

Lay your weary head on me

Lay your clothes up on the table

Wrap your worries round the red cedar tree



It's a special night

Looks like a special night

There'll be some changes made

On the water tonight

Go in a boy and come out a man