Texty: Decemberists. The King Is Dead. Down By The Water.

See this ancient riverbed, see where all my folly's led
Down by the water and down by the old main drag
I was just some tow-head teen, feeling 'round for fingers to get in between
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

The season rubs me wrong, the summer swells anon
So knock me down, tear me up
But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

Sweet descend this rabble 'round the pretty little patter of a seaport town
Rolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag
All dolled up in gabardine, the lash-flashing Leda of pier nineteen
Queen of the water and queen of the old main drag

The season rubs me wrong, the summer swells anon
So knock me down, tear me up
But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

The season rubs me wrong, the summer swells anon
So knock me down, tear me up
But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

Down by the water and down by the old main drag
Down by the water and down by the old main drag