Badless - Song For A River Lyrics
He was the king of the back seatOf drunk reverieSaw him escorted out of a mets gameOn network t.v.Kept his head in the cloudsWith any cheap high he could cullIn his cancered impalaAnd his hog shirtsAnd his head tapes played dullHe lived in a company houseIn the pardeesville woodsWith a stir crazy dogAnd a graveyard of old jimmy hoodsSundays wed run for his stashAt the new york state lineThat summer when moments ofCircumstance altered like wine(chorus)This is for the manThis is for the days that we killedWas it my wind of changeOr just a breeze at the top of the hillHe didnt talk the gold ringHe just schemed for a skeleton keyBut when you think you met thunderYou only see what your head wants to seeHe threw back-mountain partiesFive deep at the wellWith his girlfriend, louise, whod get litAnd tell us all go to hellThen hed get liquored upAnd throw me the keys and yell driveWith him and louise in the backDoin american pieHed talk of out west over beerAnd the garbage that we atebout the punk band hed managedIn phoenix in 78I was this kid of sixteen the enamoredImpressionable kindIn the poetic pull of the passionOf life with the lines(chorus)He just disappeared that mid-augustNot even a shoutThen I read in the news that septemberThat his time had run outHow he tried to outrun a state trooperDown 93 southA charge of possession is why he fledSaid word of mouthThe paper said nothin was leftBut the seats and the frameAnd I read in the write-upFor the first time his real name;Birthplace unknown, not from nowhereNo close familyJust a wild river runningThat cut it too fast to the seaI still raise a glass once a yearOn the night that he diedThough hindsight saysHe only let me believe that wed rideLord, he still taps a vein in my mindLike a summer rain coolsLong after that river ran dryAnd reality ruled(chorus2x)
