Vicious Circle

by Jim Stewart c 1976

It seems like the Captain don't want to go home

It's his last trip down the river

There won't be no more.

Yet he waves at the people

Who's faces that he knows

And thinks of those places where he used to go

Sail down the muddy waters

Sail down your memories

There is no place like the present

That I rather be

Now a young man takes his hand of sailing the ship

Down the mighty muddy waters

Of the great Mississippe

And he waves at the people

Who's faces he doesn't know

And dreams of those places where he soon will go.

Now the vicious circle never ceases to end

For it's out with the old

As the new comes in

And we wave at the people

Who's faces that we know

And we dream of the places where we'd like to go.

Sail down the muddy waters

Sail down your memories

There's no place like the present

That I'd rather be.