Testo di The River

She despises the direction this city's been going in She rises above it all, cause after all, someone’s got to go free And someone’s got to follow The river Escape from New York Escape from LA Take it from me, leave London You study your Braille You listen to the hail outside A comedy of souls A plot thick with holes In a windowless room on the outskirts of town Overlooking the river You're living, you're breathing You're living, you're breathing You try to believe in, but you don't believe You want them to go, they never leave Lily-colored livers The rich man shivers for reasons unknown in the wind I'm over before I begin, he says I'm over before I begin to go, he says