Riverspeak

There are times when you can't move on
From the riverside
Movin' that dirt from dusk 'till dawn will
Leave you dead inside
But that nothing you feel gonna bring you to tears if you ever try to pray
Hold out your hand to silence god and, move it from the clay

Move it from the clay, move it from the clay
Let it wash away, let it wash away
Move it from the clay, move it from the clay
Let it wash away, let it wash away

Seen a holy man with holes in his hands that, he don't understand
Curse at the wind while the best laid plans just fall in the cracks again
That old grey shell that I used to know said, you should make amends
You can run and tell it to the ones you know that we will never speak again

Dive headfirst in a river so black
South of saints now we're not comin' back
Tell it to the preacher, scream it from the back
South of saints now we're not comin' back

Dive headfirst in a river so black
South of saints now we're not comin' back
Tell it to the preacher, scream it from the back
South of saints now we're not comin' back