Zak Abel - The River

On a cab drive home from the dark side
Hearing fat lip preach from the far side
I was told about her
I was told about her

As we stopped in front of the red light
The rain washed out chariot that night
I was told about her
I was told about her

She is pure
Our eyes connect through the rear view
But you want more
Than she's giving you
As you're telling me your lies
And you're telling me your truths
Well

She don't have no choice
She don't have no choice in the matter
Oh, just sailing down the river
She don't have no voice
She only has a silence to shatter
She's just sailing down the river to the grave

Sailing down the river

As they picked her up, Mississippi mud
On her hand and hair, you were covered up
I was told about you
I've been worried about you

On a missing high, she changed her light
But it's not your word to justify
I was told about you
I was warned about you

She is pure
Our eyes connect through the rear view
But you want more
Than she's giving you
As you're telling me your lies
And you're telling me your truths
Well

She don't have no choice
She don't have no choice in the matter
Oh, just sailing down the river
She don't have no voice
She only has a silence to shatter
She's just sailing down the river to the grave

Sailing down the river to the grave

Sailing down the river

She don't have no choice
She don't have no choice in the matter
Oh, just sailing down the river
She don't have no voice
She only has a silence to shatter
She's just sailing down the river to the grave