So. Central Rain

Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away

The trees will bend, the cities wash away
The city on the river there is a girl without a dream

Im sorry

Im sorry

Im sorry

Im sorry

Eastern to Mountain, third party call, the lines are down
The wise man built his words upon the rocks
But Im not bound to follow suit

The trees will bend, the conversations dimmed
Go build yourself another home, this choice isnt mine

Im sorry

Im sorry

Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away

The ocean sang, the conversations dimmed
Go build yourself another dream, this choice isnt mine

Im sorry

Im sorry

Im sorry

Im sorry