By: Steve Wynn
After 47 days they left well enough alone. The cops and the reporters
All gone home. All that's left is legends and stories to be told.
All the questions. Tired of all the calls. Tired of explaining myself
Against the wall. Funny how tragedy brings out the best in everyone. *
Standing on the shoreline, burning candles in the rain. I don't wanna
That garbage anymore. Watching all the flowers as they're rolling down
James. The dead can rest forevermore if the creek don't rise again. *
Burns brightest all dressed up in black with summertime just around the
You handle your grief and I'll deal with mine. We'll all get along
Fine. * After 47 days they left well enough alone. The cops and the
Reporters have all gone home. All that's left is legends and stories to
Told. And I know that they're out there. I know they're watching me
They wait for me to give myself away. But there's just a few secrets
The river and me.
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