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When you come down,
when you come down,
when you come down...

Jefferson, I heard your tears fall down
over the fall of the rain.
Why is it you and I were never that much the same?
Rain on the road across the Delaware nearly washed us away.
How come philosophy folds in the light of the day?
A piece of the West broke away.

A piece of the west broke away, away.
We are worn like the river stones.
Away, away. Washed up like the river stones.

In Betlehem a baby boy was born,
born to build the bomb.
What was the fighting for,
and who remembers his song?
The boy was king; he was a prodigy,
in love with everything.
But why did the kingdom come
and splll on everyone,
and why the confusion son,
the closer we cling to the gun?
A piece of the West broke away.

A piece of the West broke away, away.
We are worn like the river stones.
Away, away. Washed up like the river stones.

In Pennsylvania there's a bridge that broke.
The water washed it on by.
Why is it you and I, buckled under the tide?
Jefferson, we should have listened.
We should have answered the call.
But what did you want from me?
Now the West will fall.
And who did you hope to be?
Now the West will fall.
Yeah, now the West will fall.

Now the West will fall away.
We are worn like the river stones.
Away, away. Come on rattle the river stones,
washed up like the river stones.
We are worn like the river stones