river

river

you heard my first cry as a baby

and

like my mom

you sang me lullabies

you knew my fishing pole

when i was eight years old

and

river

you never told me lies

river

i can see you from my window

your muddy water makes me feel alone

river

you keep flowing

like you know just where you're going

but

river

will you ever take me home

river

i'm not proud of what i've done

somehow my fishing pole became a gun

through these prison bars i see

that you're still running free

but

river

i've got no place to run