Bottom of the River

When I walk along the banks where all the little wildflowers bloom On the east coast of Virginia, it reminds me much of you How you got so far away, babe, well I still don't know the truth But you know that I still love you, and that's all that I can do When I met you here last Sunday, this past Sunday afternoon I could barely recognize you underneath the haze of booze And I know you always told me I'm too young to sing the blues And you know I always told you it's not something I can choose By the way, I miss you dearly, want so much to have you near me But I'm so sick of drinking till we drown You're sinking to the bottom of the river again And I can't pull you out, you're on your own, I'm leaving now And you're sinking to the bottom of the river again And I can't hear a sound, I think the rain will flood you out I still wish you all the best, and I still love you half to death But there's some demons in your soul that you can't seem to put to rest And you collected car wash quarters from the people that you meet And put them in a jar of all your other wasted hopes and dreams By the way, I miss you dearly, want so much to have you near me But I'm so sick of drinking till we drown You're sinking to the bottom of the river again And I can't pull you out, you're on your own, I'm leaving now And you're sinking to the bottom of the river again But I can't hear a sound, I think the rain will flood you out You're sinking to the bottom of the river again And I can't pull you out, you're on your own, I'm leaving now You're sinking to the bottom of the river again And I can't hear a sound, I think the rain will flood you out