(Mark Erelli)
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Every year about this time I think of leaving
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But every year about this time I never go
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I'm the only one I am deceiving
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This town sinks its teeth in deep and it don't let go
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Folks 'round here they've given up on salvation
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They'll settle for whatever's second best
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High hopes turn into lowered expectations
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Me, I'm no different I guess
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CHORUS
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Sometimes I walk the river road
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And wonder just where the river flows
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I don't guess I'll find the strength to go
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'Cause I'm rooted down in this one-horse town
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It's the closest thing to home I've ever known
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Like a ghost town never quite abandoned
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Haunted by a host of broken dreams
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The first November snow will leave you stranded
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'Till the days turn into months, then into years
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Sometimes I walk the river road
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And wonder what's beneath the undertow
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(CHORUS)
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Every year about this time I get that feeling
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I don't recognize my own face in the mirror
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The only thing my reflection is revealing
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Is the boy who dreamed so high has disappeared
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So tomorrow I'll go fishing on the river
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On the ice that won't be melted until June
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Couple cans of Bud and a TV dinner
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Settle down for another year or two
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(CHORUS)
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Sometimes I walk the river road
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And wonder just where the river rolls
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I don't guess I'll find the strength to go
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'Cause I'm rooted down in this one-horse town
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The River Road
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| Mark Erelli |
