In a river of tears I'm going down, and you have watched me drown In a river of tears, lost beneath the stream Under the waves, I've found the strength to say The river of tears has washed me clean Go 'head and wish me well I'll cry a wishing well I'll

I’ve been awake too long Wish there was something that could close my eyes To all that I see Awake too long It would be easier to fall asleep I watched the rise and the fall of the common man I lived to see your steps walk back I watched the walls all

In the river it pulls me under Mmmmm Mmmmm I watched this the river ran Further way from me The water, it touched my skin I stood there silently I held my breath And all this deal The waves of the river grow

We had a bottle of silver And a bottle of sapphire An Indian blanket And a beachfront bonfire We watched the moon We hit that liquor store By the county line Whipped out a fake ID I got from a friend of mine

Over the castle on the hill We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill But I can't wait to go home I'm on my way Driving at ninety down those country lanes Singing to "Tiny Dancer" And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real When I was six

And I, I would die for you And when you're gone, time is so slow And like the grass, I've watched us grow You are everything to me There have been times when I'm up all night Crying in the dark, so I sleep with the light on I've heard I've got words like

Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red

In the life of a rose I've lived and died 100 times You've watched me open, bloom, wilt, rot And start over (start over) You watch me again, and again, and again, and again And each time My time, measured in light, final breaths, finding, losing Time,

On my not so straight and narrow path Waitin' at a stop light yesterday As a funeral procession made its way through the gates Watched it roll up a winding road Through a field of green With white headstones All in a row And it made me think about where

Abraham took Isaac's hand And led him to the lonesome hill While his daughter hid and watched She dare not breathe, she was so still Just as an angel cried for the slaughter Abraham's daughter raised her voice Then the angel asked her what her name was