There's a place at the bottom of the Bridge Street
When you go you can feel them staring back
Heavy hearts heavy bottles in the water
Tire tracks and the headlights on the highway
Light the writhes that been standing there for months
Once they go they don't ever seem to come back
Like a river she rolls
She's a rebel at the heart and at the start and she rolls
For years for hearts and at the start and she rolls
And all the life that started before her runs through her
And she rolls
Old men meet at the diner every Monday
To tally up all the dreams left there to die
Long before it was a dead end off the highway
Like a river she rolls
Even those who don't follow any guidance
Close your eyes you can feel it in your bones
Close your eyes you can feel it like a Sunday
Like a river she rolls
She's a rebel at the heart and at the start and she rolls
For years for hearts and at the start and she rolls
And all the life that started before her runs through her
And she rolls
She's a rebel at the heart and at the start and she rolls
For years for hearts and at the start and she rolls
And all the life that started before her runs through her
And she rolls