Blue Oyster Cult Follow

I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean

By Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio

When time gets slow and rivers freeze
I think you'd know enough

To call in touch that outer frame
The inner gain, a sullen gulch
Which opens up on the way to Blindman's Bluff

A suburb now of River Roads
Where quandary and sublime improve
The sight whose imagery is sometimes that of fear

I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean

By Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Oh, Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio

When time gets slow and rivers freeze
I think you'd know enough

To shut the gates of walled town walls
And putting up some good rum punch
Forget the way to Blindman's Bluff

So packed with eyes that glow like coals
And pointing towards the North
Oh, my boat left New Orleans in 1829

Hey, hey, hey, hey

My destination is a secret
And the doctrine is soft
And just between the verse and me
It's a place where you can see

Lost, last and luminous
Scored to sky yet never found
Relics of jewels and ant-track tools
A true ghost dance, rehearsal ground

I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean

I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean

By Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio

Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio

Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Oh, Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rio's song