Roots

Oh, to stand on the Higgins Bridge as the lights go down

Just watching the river flow, on our last night in town

If you're ever gonna get away, you better learn to run

But if the lessons are coming slow, don't be upset if that just means you're home

If I leave work early one day, on the 31st floor

You can stand aside, call the cops, as I break for the door

You can look for me upfront and main, but I'm not there, I'm gone

None of us is there anymore, will the last one remember to turn the lights off?

There's a Puerto Rican in this bar, she's thinking about San Juan

If I could, you know, I'd wave a wand and send her home

But first, you know, I'd send myself back where the river flows

But I can't even see that road, "When" is a secret, and that means nobody knows