South Central Rain

Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are
Driving me away

The trees will bend, the cities wash away
The city on the river
There is a girl without a dream

I'm sorry

Eastern to mountain, third party call
The lines are down
The wise man built his words upon the rocks
But I'm not bound to follow suit

The trees will bend
The conversation's dimmed
Go build yourself another home
This choice isn't mine

I'm sorry

Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are
Driving me away

The ocean sang, the conversation's dimmed
Go build yourself another dream
This choice isn't mine

I'm sorry