These streets are deserted
Black asphalt and rain

Behind the drawn curtains the homes look the same
I've been here too long and I don`t belong
No one cares about the man whose head hangs down

No one hears the cries of the man about to drown
This town is soaked in silence
A quiet threat of violence

And here I am
By the river
I'm down by the river

I stand by the water with the light of the moon
A road made of silver
Am I leaving too soon?

I've been here too long and I don't belong
No one cares