The rivers are rising

Washing us away

Out by the wayside

We're up to our NECKS

Counting down the days

I'm downtown

Can you feel the fall calling out?

It's calling out

It's calling me!

They all sit and stare

Lost children!

LOST CHILDREN!

Come back darling

And take care of this island

These currents drift away

We could of been the one's

Yeah

We coulda' been the one's