Poem of the River

There's a storm rolling in from out of the east The riverbank ain't no place to be But I'm sitting right here so let it rain Cause this river is all that remains Of the love I'll never know again I know one day it's gonna call your name So, I'm listening to the poem of the river Watching the ghosts on the shore (Retreads, dead baby carriages Souvenirs of teenage marriages) Wash into the past forever more The river washes to the sea And takes a lovesick memory Of the first time you stared into the icy black And those afternoons you kept comin' back Sometimes I'd hear the river laugh And then one day tore my life in half So, I'm listening to the poem of the river Watching the ghosts on the shore (A picture frame with broken glass I wonder who's baby was in it last) Wash into the past forever more And the river sings such a sad song About a guy on the top of the world But it's all long gone And the river tells such a funny rhyme About a fool who returns to this spot Time after time Wasting away waiting for a sign I followed her trail, it led me here At the river her tracks just disappeared I realise I may never know Where she went or why she'd go Now I'm waiting and waiting and going down slow And the rain has soaked me to the bone So, I'm listening to the poem of the river Watching the ghosts on the shore Empty beer cans pots and knives There's nothing stainless in our little lives The past is waiting just outside my door So, I'm listening to the poem of the river Watching the ghosts on the shore I'm listening to the poem of the river Watching the ghosts on the shore