I'll see you somewhere along the river,
as this hiatus ends and summer turns to fall.
If you bring your words I'll bring pen and paper.
It's been a lot of time and a lot of ache
But none that matters now,
we've got a past that's past and a fall not to fall.
We once sung about loss
and the memories that a room brings.
You've met her now, by the lock.
We once walked through town,
through the blocks where I grew up.
Those blocks need you now.
There'll be names on all walls you pass.
Some of them you'll learn, some you won't have to,
they're no longer with us.
There'll be history in streets you'll walk
that you won't ever know of.
Who wrote it, for what reasons
and who it's written about.
So lay down your own and put me in it.
'Cause I need to forget and replace, let go and
move on to something better