Even if we try
Even if we try
To make ourselves alright
To mend our severed lies
Well all the rivers rage
Descend upon this age
Running melodies
I lift my voice to sing
Ooh
Holding to the past
Clouding in my glass
Lever on my youth
Remember what is true
As you watch the colors
Fleeting with the cover
Nature set on fire
Truth found in the mire.
Ooh
Stumbling down the hillside
In the waning moon light
Hear me, calling
And wailing on the doldrums
Had ourselves a lonesome night,
Passed over
Down long hollow road
It's wilted, winding bones
Come on Johnny please, won't you speak to me?
Ooh