Track Title:               Waters of March

Album Title:               Red Hot + Rio
Prime Artist:              David Byrne
Vocal:                     Marisa Monte
Producer:                  Arto Lindsay

Written by:                Antonio Carlos Jobim

Lyrics:
As thick as thumb, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of the stump, it's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The note of the wood, the song of the thrush
The word of the wind, the cliff of the fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free; it's the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope
And the riverbank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of the string; it's the joy in your heart

Bare foot, bare ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot stone
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
The shot of the gun in the dead of the night
A might, a must, a trust, a bum
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a coke, it's the mumps
The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud
A flock, a drift, a flight, a wing, a cock, a kite
Oh, the promise of spring
And the riverbank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life; it's the joy in your heart
And the riverbank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life; it's the joy in your heart

A goat, the grain
A beak, a bite, a blink, a buzzard, a sunstroke of light
A pin, the needle, a sting, a pain, a snail
The riddle, a wasp, a sting, pain
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
The bed of the well, the end of the night
The dismal in your face, it's a loss, it's a fine
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, drip, drip drop, drip, drip drop, the end of the day
And the riverbank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart
The riverbank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life; it's the joy in your heart

And the riverbank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of joy in your heart
The end of the road, a little alone,
A sliver of glass, a life, a song, a night,
A death, the end of the run
And the riverbank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life; it's the joy in your heart
The waters of March
And the riverbank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life; it's the joy in your heart
The waters of March