(Armand/Gwinn)
River, there are no stars in the city. Here, there is no
telephone in the trees.

Beautiful days fall on the water, and all I can do is write you
a letter.
River, it's cold here in the morning. Later, I can see it in

your eyes.
Wild and white, we follow the canyons. Quiet at night, we stare
at the sky.

Leaving you now will never change me. Running away will change
the view.
All I can see is the highway.


River, you will carry me through the fire. Maybe you'll drown
me in your arms.

But if I die like that, it won't be like dying. When I rise
again, the ashes are mine.


Leaving you now will never change me. Running away will change
the view.
All I can see is the highway. All I can see is you.