Rivers, again

To see sunlight fade and the shadows grow long
                                       
                                 To see rivers go winding blindly back to the storm

                                                            And the rickety tracks they are taking me back to where I,

used to belong.

                There's a weight on your shoulders

                                                       A weight to your tone

                                                                         You wait on tables, I wait by the phone

But I'm,

Still yours, alone.