"There are faces in the houses where we used to live"

Moon river, wider than a mile
It feels strange to be in someone else's house.

I'm crossing you in style some day
The house is empty, dirty, remnants of Marie left behind.

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Sad to see old records left on the shelf.

Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way
A bed left naked in a room where children once slept.

Two drifters, off to see the world
This is our house now, and by inheritance our records, our bed, our Richard Simmons' "Sweatin to the Oldies" video.

There's such a lot of world to see
Memories spanning four decades will slowly be forgotten.

We're after the same rainbow's end,
Pushed to the side, swept out with the trash, buried in the dark corners of the basement.

Waitin' 'round the bend
New memories with new faces will take their place.

My huckleberry friend,
A new adventure begins...

moon river, and me
With a dance.