its that hand I've been waiting on
the one I go all in on
the river slides off the deck
as a bead of sweat rolls down my neck
this is it, do or dead
trust my gut, don't get read
heart pounding heavy like a sledge
ridding everything right on the edge
step out confident over the line
capture my moment in time
throw down those pocket deuces
then just wait for the excuses
I can't believe my eyes
swept the table, claimed the prize
crawled to the mountain top
living so full about to pop
got me addicted to the thrill
blind to any eventual spill
now I cant never stop
even after a nasty flop
when you lose some ground
don't ever quit, hang around
cause you always know
our winding river will flow
rapid and rough  or slow and calm
grab hold my palm
and with your hand
we'll find dry land
a crimson empty sunset shore
walking with the one I adore