Was there a slip of the lip, my dear, that you
Wish you could use for your gain?
Was there a slip of the Freudian kind, and you
Thought I would not see your pain?
Well, we've been walking for years by now
On the river banks
If it could tell me one thing right now
It would not be thanks
Rogue River's running low
And it shows my weakness
Rogue River's running high
And it hides my scars
A warm jacket is all I need
If we leave tonight
I heard you talking about Madrid
And how the city opened your eyes
Well, this is more important than that
If you could make a compromise
If you approach it with dignity
It can bring you back alive
I think we'll make it to Hellgate Canyon
In the middle of the night
What was it you wanted again
That made you not even try?
The snow's falling in Silver bu*te
We probably should stay south
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines, but
I still can't resist