Texty: Bruce Hornsby. Across The River.

Well she moved back around here thirty five weeks ago today
Oh down the lane, at night she walks on the banks
And remembers how she dreamed of rowing away
And how she left one day

She left with a driven look in her eyes
Came back around with it still inside
They give it some time and you'll forget about it too
We know they always do, well I know

Some fine day, you will find your way
Across the river, across the river
Row down slow, there's a long way to go
Across the river, across the river

She was proud and so strong and she tried not to listen to idle talk
Downtown where she walked, they sit around and they say
That she came back with her tail to her legs
Like they always said she would

Well I hear it's better on the other side
They say you'll never do it so don't even try
Well you may be beaten down with your close mind
But don't try and make it mine, well I know

Some fine day, you will find your way
Across the river, across the river
Row down slow, there's a long way to go
Across the river, across the river

"Your wild days are through," is what they said
I dreamed she came, when I was down
Walked where she led

Standing on the shore, she looks to the west with a look of longing
Where the grass seems greener, there's a hard and distant prize
It probably won't happen but I think I'll try
Well even if it doesn't happen for me
It still beats hanging around here well I know

Some fine day, you will find your way
Across the river, across the river
Row down slow, there's a long way to go
Across the river, across the river, river
Across the river, across the river