god was in the water that day pickin through the roots and stones trippin over sunken logs tryin not to make his presence known god was in the water that day wadin in careful steps bubbles risin from his feet comin up from the muddy depths castin out a line castin out a line to the shadows castin out a line but no one s biting i am at my pitiful desk starin at he colorless walls wishin i was any place else down into a dream i fall sittin in a tiny boat driftin on the mindless sea and if i disappear at least i m floating free castin out a line castin out a line to the darkness castin out a line but no one s biting god was in the air that day breathin out a haunted breeze tryin not to make a sound shufflin through the dried up leaves god was in the air that day circlin like a drunken hawk sweepin with a hungry eye over the ground i walk castin out a line castin out a line to the darkness castin out a line but no one s biting castin out a line castin out a line to the shadows castin out a line but no one s biting
['classic rock', 'country rock', 'electric blues', 'folk', 'folk rock', 'lilith', 'mellow gold', 'roots rock', 'singer-songwriter', 'soft rock']