Even if we try
Even if we try
To make ourselves alright
To mend our severed lies
Well all the rivers rage
Descend upon the stage
Running melodies
I lift my voice to sing
Holding to the past
Clouding in my glass
Lever on my youth
Remember what is true
As you watch the colors
Fleeting with the cover
Nature set on fire
Truth found in the mire
Stumbling down the hillside
In the waning moon light
Give me calling
And wailing on the doldrums
Had ourselves
a lonesome night
Passed over
Down on call we'll grow
It's wilting whiting balls
Come on Johnny please
won't you speak to me