Down by the river,
a girl sings her song
about the lost and the ******.
It's a cycle, looping itself.

Down by the river,
she watches it flow
all on her own, with nowhere to go.

The lost and the ******
never felt so close to home.
Down by the river,
no one knows,
the girl who sings her song
floats to the sea.

Down by the river,
an old man goes,
"Where does this current go? Does anyone know?"

The river whispers back, with the musical voice of the girl
"Oh shouldn't you know? It takes us back home."