STILL WATERS
© 1995 Mike Pratt/Jim White

Well I was shacked up down in Mobile with a girl from New York City.
She woke me up one night to tell me that we weren’t alone.
She said she saw the ghost of a woman staring at me.
I told her not to worry, but in the morning when I woke up, she was gone.

So I headed on to Florida where I tangled with some sailors.
And as I lay bloody on the wharf, I cursed the ship they sailed on.
Wouldn’t you know, twenty four hours later that ship sank into the ocean...
disappearing like an unwanted memory beneath the waves.

I guess it’s ’cause, still waters run, run deep in me
’cause I got this crazy way...
crazy way I’m swimming in still waters.

And I was woke up just before dawn by an old man crying in the rain.
He was drunk and he was lonely and as he passed by he sang a hymn.
And as I lay there listening, well I almost joined him in that song...
but instead I just held my peace, and waited ’till that old man moved along.

Then later on that day about a quarter mile out of town,
I found his body hanging in a grove of pines, swaying in the wind.
And as he swang that rope sang another hymn to Jesus,
and this time though I don’t know why, I somehow felt inclined to sing along.

I guess it’s cause, still waters run, run deep in me
’cause I got this crazy way...
crazy way I’m swimming in still waters.

Yes and there are projects for the dead and there are projects for the living...
thought I must confess sometimes I get confused by that distinction...
and I just throw myself into the arms of that which would betray me.
I guess to see how far Providence will stoop down just to save me.

And it’s all because, still waters run, run deep in me...
’cause I’ve got this crazy way...
crazy way I’m swimming in still waters.