As I stand on the river bridge, Silent on this thirsty ridge
No more birds will sing for me on this desperate day
I’ve walked far to make it here, I know my path is plain and clear
I will take to rest a final time on that clay.
Take me back to where I wanna be, when you’re young there’s a melody,
Winds that blow from over in the west,
All the trees shake like they bow and pray, like they all know us by name
Will they call for me once more before I go?
Chorus
Lay down, lay low, They say it’s quiet there
Lay down, lay low, I want to finally fall down, fall down
Don’t believe everything that you hear about angels drawing near
But I hold onto a ghost who knows my name
Mornings take me by surprise these are dreaming open eyes
We make miracles every moment of everyday
As I stand upon the river bridge, I recall this barren ridge
West winds blow for me a melody today
I’ve walked far to make it here, I know in time I’ll see it clear
Some things are gone for good, but instant in your mind