By The River

These streets are deserted
Black asphalt and rain
Behind the drawn curtains the homes look the same
I´ve been here too long and I don`t belong
No one cares about the man whose head hangs down
No one hears the cries of the man about to drown
This town is soaked in silence
A quiet threat of violence
And here I am
By the river
I´m down by the river
I stand by the water with the light of the moon
A road made of silver
Am I leaving too soon?
I´ve been here too long and I don´t belong
No one cares…