Where The River Bends

Our old bicycles are rusted in the grass Like the polaroids in

the attic drawer

We haven't spoken since the winter passed

Walking down to the water once more

So meet me where the river bends

Underneath the copper sky

Before the summer day

descends

Let the old ghosts pass us by

Remember fishing off the wooden beams

Spitting seeds into the rushing stream

Now we stand on the splintered floor

Looking down at what we lost before

But look right here on the weathered rail

His pocketknife left a lasting trail

In the fading light,

the words run deep:

"Don't waste your life on anger you keep"

(oh, father) Meet me where the river bends

Underneath the copper sky

Before the summer day descends

Let the old ghosts pass us by

We lay down

our heavy shields

In the warm and golden fields

Where the river bends...