YOU FORGIVE US, WE'LL FORGIVE YOU
WE DON'T SEE EACH OTHER MUCH
OLD RIVERS GROW WILDER EVERY DAY
TOLLING STEADY LIKE A DIAL TONE
THAT CARRY SOUNDS LIKE TAMPERED WIRES
THIS RIVER'S FULL OF SHARKS
THE OLD FOLKS WISHED THEM WELL
THE TEETH OF THE HYDRA UPON YOU
IT NEVER BURNED IN HER VEINS