Run, run river Carry me to my home in the ocean Carry me away I know I have a home Somewhere far And I'll move like the stars that make you feel like
You want to know why we are floating out on the ocean where birdsongs swell a lonesome memory. In your pocket is a crumpled piece of paper where you wrote
I'm not the kind of guy gonna listen to what you say I probably wouldn't believe you anyway. I know that you don't like all the things that I do Probably
I told your sister in faith that I love you. It's too late, too long ago, too many oceans roaring below again. I know we're the one to blame. I told
There may be no end the way that I see it, but it seems I need to end to begin I rode the rail up north from L.A., the golden hills behind me. I had
Willow road runs south along the ridge side to the ocean. An older version of the great highway one down below it. Down where willow road ends there's
True love will find you in the end. You'll find out who was your friend. Don't be sad, I know you will. And don't give up until true love will find
I'm gonna find me a place to go Somewhere that I don't know Like out in the hills with all the birds All alone. Don't try to come find me 'Cause
yesterday i saw footprints under the bridge there were shadows on the ridge silence rose with the sun the beginning had already begun whistling hollow
When will you learn That nothing is the way that it seems And it's taking away from all of your dreams And it's left you with nothing That you can
Lost in the manifold of where I could be. I feel like I'm growing old Without being any closer to being free. Lost in the manifold between the future
Some people think I'm downright lazy. I guess I would be if I let that phase me. I'm just moving along I don't know where I'm going. Leaves me a day
You can hold back for a while, keep distances inside, while floating in the golden black of space. Cinders, they still burn, and the winds of change
Everything is green and the boats are coming in. The land to the east shines like diamond, and the city is a structure of marble and gold, with bridges
my friend, you can't start over, you've done what you done. it's smoke in the wind. no end and no place to begin. you could tell me all your secret
you pawned your throne for a talisman made of gypsy gold then turned up on the scene unexpected with a sanctified soul, a naked blade, and a conscience
I've waited all year for my sunshine to appear And now I know someday I'll come back home to you. For now I'll run. Rusty, antique letters in a shoebox
If you leave here like before I'd rather not see you anymore. And when you leave me all alone, I realize I'd rather be on my own. Please don't plead
