Even if we try Even if we try To make ourselves alright To mend our severed lives While all the rivers rage, Descend upon this age Running melodies I lift my voice to sing Ooh
Holding to the past Clouding in my glass Lever on my youth Remember what is true As we watch the colors Fleeting with the call of Laces set on fire Truth found in the mire. Ooh
Stumbling down the hillside In the waning moon light Hear me, calling And wailing on the doldrums Rid ourselves of lonesome nights, Passed over
Down long hollow road It's wilted, winding bones Come on, Johnny, please, won't you speak to me? Ooh