Look down on the river Where the flood's sure to rise There in the window Turning down all the lights And the winter, in my hand Worn skin, black to the bone One day these parts held no haunts None we'd ever know Some place in a stairwell You don't stare anymore No more fears of a small town Too small to be on your own But I know that you'll be there Waiting for my surprise There in the window Where the flood surely will rise