I found a river in the fall, we left it in the fog because everybody knows where the willow teardrops brush the ground, no man can stand there tall
you wave to me from the door on dry and dusty floor, and I sold my mother’s watch to a man with two feet on the road, for the time I had no more
if my heart’s a shadow in the sky, I’ll let it catch the fire, and I’ll never love again with a girl who has hands are sad as stone because now I don’t want to die
when you close your eyes against the sun and the final bells have rung, don’t look back over your shoulder, for the moon will sing a song as sweet as the place from where we’ve come