Blue Oyster Cult - Del Rio's SongLyrics

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 blind man'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 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 blind man'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