By the way, there's a river floating down to the heart broken town.
Stacks of hay, scattered in the sun, talks of day's lost and found.
I heard that you were coming back to visit.
Somehow i feel that you've been missin'... me.
I can tell you've been smoking lately, it's in the things that you say.
Make amends, to this broken promise. As your friends walk away.
I heard that you were coming back to visit.
Somehow i feel that you've been missin'... me.
You have said, there is something hidden, close to coast in a well.
I have found, drinking is forbidden, throwing coins down instead.
You saw it coming, you broke your heart that morning.
You saw it coming by the way.
You left that morning, down by the river floating.
You left us nothing left to say.
By the way, there's a river floating down to the heart broken town.
Stacks of hay, scattered in the sun, talks of day's lost and found.
