Down the River

Close my ears, eyes go down the river Lights are clear, they're working to catch my view Walking down the shore, I'm trying to meet New Hampshire But New England is mean, I really wish that it weren't true Left a six pack of Heineken on her grave The world can hardly wait So take my meaning and throw it in the river And if it drowns I guess it's not a witch I love to dream of her breath of heaven 'Cause life is not a maze, it's just a straight line ending in a ditch Left a six pack of Heineken on her grave The world can hardly wait And can the preacher ever really reconcile me Because my sins, they reach so far and wide And maybe hell, maybe it's just a waiting room Or maybe it's a place where the cowards run and hide But all I know is that I left a six pack of Heineken on her grave The world can hardly wait