Pete Francis Follow

His lips don't move but, still he speaks,
His dark green eyes, stare at me,
His tells me of his papa working on the railway,
Blowing his harmonica, in the morning,
I'm Checking in, I'm checking out,
Feeling low, I'm feeling out,
Deeper fish,
Deeper lungs,
Deeper words for the deeper tongues,
He said I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm telling you,
He said I'm telling you, I'm telling you,

I'm burning the river, yeah,
Burning the river,
Burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning the river,
Oh the river,
Oh the river yeah

So I go home,
A girl lies in my bed,
I hold her hipbone and pull her closer,
I put her cold hands between my thighs,
Stare out the window, into a darkening sky

I'm Checking in, I'm checking out,
Feeling low, I'm feeling out,
Deeper fish,
Deeper lungs,
Deeper words for the deeper tongues,
He said I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm telling you,
He said I'm telling you, I'm telling you,

I'm burning the river, yeah,
Burning the river,
Burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning the river,
Oh the river,
Oh the river yeah

She's left only her body for me,
I lie here feeling her hair, waiting for sleep,
In the early, early hours of night, of night,
In the early, early hours of night, of night

I'm Checking in, I'm checking out,
Feeling low, I'm feeling out,
Deeper fish,
Deeper lungs,
Deeper words for the deeper tongues,
He said I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm telling you,
He said I'm telling you, I'm telling you,

I'm burning the river, yeah,
Burning the river,
Burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning the river,
yeah
Burning the river,
Burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning the river