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