And a river ran,
and a train ran,
and a dream ran
through everything that he did

There was melody, there was harmony, there was sweet 
Sherrie,
but it was melody he loved most of all
An ice cube in a quiet room melts through an afternoon 32 
in the shade
And a books talks, and a magazine speaks, and a window 
breaks, and a movie
was in his head

It ain't easy, when that love is blue,

It was a head trip, it was a friendship, he picked me up 
when I might have slipped
and not done a thing 
A sly grin, that played to win, we will not see his kind 
again
anymore
It ain't easy, when that love is blue, the love is blue

I write these words to his tune that he wrote on a full 
moon And a river ran, and a train ran, and a dream ran 
through everything that he did