Go back to Savannah
Where it all began
And you're looking for pieces

To hold in your hand
But they won't take your money
Or care for your time

And they don't give a damn for
The thoughts on your mind.


And the river is slower
The fence not so high
Way down in the shadows

You can hear a kid cry
And you can't find the ladder
But you remember it well

And the rush of the water
And the rock where you fell


She was late for the movie
So you went on ahead
All the dogwoods were blooming

Near the swift river bed.
Now you still smell the fruit trees
You remember the dawn

That you thought you'd forgotten
In the time you been gone.


Go back to Savannah
Where it all began
And you're looking for pieces

To hold in your hand
Now you still smell the fruit trees
You remember the dawn

That you thought you'd forgotten
In the time you been gone.