River keep rolling, rain hasn't slowed down for days
If it keeps on coming down, flood waters will take this house away
I haven't been home for weeks, wonder if anyone stopped by
Probably just the mail man with news that will make a grown man cry
The train that I'm on, won't slow until the night ends
I'm riding away from Michigan, following the rails to some rusty state
My sadness follows along, I try to beat it but it's strong
Wonder when I get there, will she take the blues that I'm on
If I see you coming, I'd probably let you pass by
I want to stop and talk, and figure out how you made me try
But you'd look to important, dignified in your easy way
Maybe I'll try next time, when I have something left to say