Rivers

There's a place at the bottom of the Bridge Street When you go you can feel them staring back Heavy hearts heavy bottles in the water Tire tracks and the headlights on the highway Light the writhes that been standing there for months Once they go they don't ever seem to come back Like a river she rolls She's a rebel at the heart and at the start and she rolls For years for hearts and at the start and she rolls And all the life that started before her runs through her And she rolls Old men meet at the diner every Monday To tally up all the dreams left there to die Long before it was a dead end off the highway Like a river she rolls Even those who don't follow any guidance Close your eyes you can feel it in your bones Close your eyes you can feel it like a Sunday Like a river she rolls She's a rebel at the heart and at the start and she rolls For years for hearts and at the start and she rolls And all the life that started before her runs through her And she rolls She's a rebel at the heart and at the start and she rolls For years for hearts and at the start and she rolls And all the life that started before her runs through her And she rolls