THIS RIVER IS WILD

Leaves are falling down on the beautiful ground, I heard a story from a man in red. He said the leaves are falling down, such a beautiful sound, son I think you'd better go ahead. But you always hold your head up high, cause it's a long, long, long way down. This town was meant for passing through, boy it ain't nothin' new, now go and show 'em that the world stayed round. But it's a long, long, long way down. You better run for the hills before they burn, listen to the sound of the world, don't watch it turn. I just want to show you what I know and catch you when the current lets you go. Or should I just get along with myself? I never did get along with everybody else. I've been trying hard to do what's right. But you know I could stay here all night and watch the clouds fall from the sky. Well this river is wild. This river is wild. Run for the hills before they burn. Listen to the sound of the world, don't watch it turn. But shake a little. Sometimes I'm nervous when I talk, shake a little. Sometimes I hate the line I walk. I just want to show you what I know and catch you when the current lets you go. Or should I just get along with myself? I never did get along with everybody else. I've been trying hard to do what's right. But you know I could stay here all night and watch the clouds fall from the sky. Because this river is wild. God speed you boy - this river is wild. Now Adam's taking bombs and he's stuck on his mom because that bitch keeps trying to make him pray. He's with the hippy in the park combing over the dark just trying to get some of the little girl play. You better run for the hills before they burn, listen to the sound of the world, don't watch it turn. I just want to show you what I know and catch you when the current lets you go. Or should I get along with myself? I never did get along with everbody else. I've been trying hard to do what's right. But you know I could stay here all night and watch the clouds fall from the sky, and pay this hell in me tonight, because this river is wild. God speed you boy - this river is wild. This river is wild. God speed you boy - this river is wild. Now the cars are everywhere, lacing dust at the fairgrounds. I don't think I've ever seen so many headlights. But there's something pulling me. The circus and their crew, well they're just passing through, just making sure that merry still goes 'round. But it's a long, long, long way down.