We sat down by the river with our poles in hand
Telling lies about the summer, making songs, and making plans
He said, “If you’re down for the ride, I’ll take you there
To a place I know I’ve gone throughout the years
Where you can forget your life and all that day to day
Yeah, we’ll be living that southern way”
We walked down the broken highway with our poles in hand
On our way to the simple, making songs, and making plans
I sat down on the pavement and put my face in my hands
I lost a friend and could have saved him
Maybe some day he’ll live again
