Tried to pa** myself Lie as it won't help I can't fool no one I'm not needing sun Just on holiday, anyway There will always be a trace of this place in me When does one thing ever end and the next begin? Every day back then felt like a hyphen I cannot recall where I was at all But I know what I heard when I wrote those words "Green River" still runs under that same sun I never saw the source but I know the chorus When does one thing ever end and the next begin? Every day back then felt like a hyphen I do not wish to retrace the steps I've taken All that madness now is where I'm going There will always be a trace of this place in me "Green River" still runs under that same sun