Blue Oyster Cult - Del Rio’s Song lyrics

I've lived upon<br>The edge of chance<br>For twenty years or more<br>And this is what my friends all mean<br><br>By del rio's song.......oh, del rio<br>Del rio's song..........oh, del rio<br>Del rio's song..........oh, del rio<br>Del rio's song..........oh, del rio<br><br>When time gets slow, and rivers freeze<br>I think you'd know enough<br><br>To call in touch that outer frame<br>The inner gain, a sullen gulch<br>Which opens up on the way to blindman's bluff<br><br>A suburb now of river roads<br>Where quandry and sublime improve<br>The sight whose imagery<br>Is sometimes that of fear<br><br>I've lived upon<br>The edge of chance<br>For twenty years or more<br>And this is what my friends all mean<br><br>By del rio's song.......oh, del rio<br>Del rio's song..........oh, del rio<br>Del rio's song..........oh, del rio<br>Del rio's song..........oh, del rio<br><br>When time gets slow, and rivers freeze<br>I think you'd know enough<br><br>To shut the gates of walled town walls<br>And putting up some good rum punch<br>Forget the way to blindman's bluff<br><br>So packed with eyes<br>That glow like coals<br>And pointing towards the north<br>Oh my boat left new orleans in 1829!<br><br>Hey! hey! hey! hey!<br><br>My destination is a secret<br>And the doctrine is soft<br>And just between the verse and me<br>It's a place where you can see<br>Lost, last and luminous<br>Scored to sky yet never found<br>Relics of jewels<br>And ant-track tools<br>A true ghost dance<br>Rehearsal ground<br><br>I've lived upon<br>The edge of chance<br>For twenty years or more<br>And this is what my friends all mean<br><br>I've lived upon<br>The edge of chance<br>For twenty years or more<br>And this is what my friends all mean<br><br>By del rio's song.......oh, del rio<br>Del rio's song..........oh, del rio<br>Del rio's song..........oh, del rio<br>Del rio's song..........oh, del rio