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Across The River
Bruce Hornsby and the Range; Night On The Town

♫She moved back around here, thirty-five weeks ago today,
oh, down the lane.
At night she walks on the banks, and remembers how she dreamed of rowing away,
and how she left one day.♫

♫She left with a driven look in her eyes,
came back around with it still inside,
they said give it some time and you'll forget about it too,
we know they always do.♫

♫Well I know,
Some fine day, You will find your way,
Across the river.
Row down slow, There's a long way to go,
Across the river.♫

♫She was proud and so strong, and she tried not to listen to idle talk,
downtown where she walked.
They sit around and they say, that she came back with her tail between her legs,
like they always said she would.♫

♫Well I hear it's better on the other side,
They say you'll never do it so don't even try,
Well, you may be beaten down, with your closed mind,
But don't try to make it mine.♫

♫Well I know,
Some fine day, You will find your way
Across the river.
Row down slow, There's a long way to go
Across the river.♫

♫"Your wild days are through" is what they said.
I dreamed she came, when I was down and I walked where she led.♫

♫Standing on the shore, she looks to the west with a look of longing
to where the grass seems greener.♫

♫There's a hard and distant prize,
It probably won't happen but I think I'll try.
Well even if it doesn't happen for me,
It still beats hanging around here.♫

♫Well I know,
Some fine day, You will find your way
Across the river.
Row down slow, There's a long way to go
Across the river.♫