there's a river i see from my room
that calls a young man to his doom
& if he hangs his head he's gone too soon
oh youth does not make you immune
the past is not burdened with proof
like the films i recall from my youth
& a young man dressed in his father's suit
i can make a lie from the hardest truth
[chorus]
& i always make the mistake oh i
always make the mistake
you were drawn to the clouds in his eyes
lord knows what you saw in mine
a promise we could compromise
oh love is a foolish prize
we could claim a great many things
you were the song i needed to sing
the truth was you always wore his ring
& we were only borrowing
[chorus]
there's a river i see from my room
& i will walk through the pale afternoon
& the birds still sing, i recall the tune
perhaps i will see you soon...
perhaps i will see you soon.

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