The rivers are rising
Washing us away
Out by the wayside
We're up to our NECKS
Counting down the days
I'm downtown
Can you feel the fall calling out?
It's calling out
It's calling me!
They all sit and stare
Lost children!
LOST CHILDREN!
Come back darling
And take care of this island
These currents drift away
We could of been the one's
Yeah
We coulda' been the one's