River Bed Letra

your mother's telling stories about where she's from

you, your sleeping, passed out inside some kid's trunk.

The sun is rising, pouring over a bright new day.

If I was who you wanted could I get you to stay?



Oh No



I can't see out the window, this room's far too dark.

I locked myself up tight and called this torment art.

And God was looking down from his mighty white cloud,

So I channeled my opression for the big lying crowd.

I broke my fingers trying to grab your oversized heart,

You can leave this town,I'm looking for a fresh start.



Oh No



I boldly picked the roses from the run down yard.

I fought hell like moses in a church seminar,

I took a broom and swept up ever piece of my heart,

I threw it in the furniss and stole the dying car.

It dragged up sparks, tin cans on a thin white string;

I made a promise of devotion for the whole thing.





The Car Broke Down at the Bottom of the River Bed.