The city on the river, there is a girl without a dream
Go build yourself another home, this choice isn’t mine
The trees will bend, the cities wash away
I’m sorry
The wise man built his words upon the rocks
The trees will bend, the conversation’s dimmed
Did you never call? I waited for your call
Eastern to mountain, third party call, the lines are down
The ocean sang, the conversation’s dimmed
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
But I’m not bound to follow suit