The river is flooded
The roads are all closed
It's gonna be thick this year, with mosquitos
The grass is all grown over
The cars they have sat for years
No surprises, I am sitting here, thinking about you
On the last chapter of your life
It hurts so to see them sell your things
When I walked down the stairs
There was still water in the basement
Back behind the residence
The wind it did gently blow
Before we arrived it had been there singing for no one
On strings these things they would sing together
Behind an ampitheatre alley
If I were to close my eyes I could still hear them ringing
Ooh Ooh Ooh Yeah Ohh Yeah
Ooh Ooh Ooh Yeah Ohh Yeah
The river is flooded
The roads they are all closed
It's gonna be thick this year