Lyrics

I keep the fine line
Between what is right and the selfishness of my youth
I am a man of good reputation
At least that's not too far from the truth
I am now what I was then
Of enlightened rogues and journeymen
Like my father and his father
Lineage of river folk and fishermen

Please keep this to yourself
Don't tell my mother
But if fishing was heroin
I'd be dead in the gutter

I keep the fine line
I keep the fine line
I keep the fine line

My daddy taught me when I was ten
Keep the rod tip high
Come back soon and do it again
Have patience, he'd say
You won't learn this in one day
As the current moved stones beneath our feet

And I'd like to show you the church he goes to
It's water through your fingers
It's nothing you can hold onto

Cry of the redwing blackbird is everywhere
Halo of rusty spinners adorns him there
Cold of the fading twilight
Brings him deep despair
Darkness falling and I'm headed upstream

I keep the fine line
Between what is right and the selfishness of my youth
I am a man of good reputation
At least that's not too far from the truth

I keep the fine line
I keep the fine line
I keep the fine line