The River

She despises the direction this city's been going in

She rises above it all, cause, after all

Someone's gotta go free and someone's gotta fall to the rhythm

Escape from New York, escape from L.A

Take it from me, leave London

You study your Braille, you listen to the hail outside

A comedy of souls, a plot thick with holes

In a windowless room on the outskirts of town overlooking the river

You're living, you're breathing

You're living, you're breathing

You try to believe what you don't believe

You wanted to go, you'll never leave

Lily-covered livers

The rich man shivers for reasons unknown in the wind

"I'm over before I begin," he says

"I'm over before I begin to go," he says