You got a lot of guts turning your back on this little river town like that
Like it ain’t tough, your mind’s made up and the tide ain’t a joke, it’s a fight, who’s laughing?
It’s past midnight. This is the last cry for reason you’ll get from me. It’s a hell of a night.
Stash your maps and charts below, cause the wind is blowing fast and hard and cold let’s go

But a bridge is never far from you, the darkness splits apart for river lights
Start your engine hard and set your sights
‘Cause the kids will always be racing down the shore, trying to chase your wake
To stake their claims on river charms the boats you carved the beads you made.

The scars on your hull tell the tales of splitting barges and river walls racing the law
The dirt in your nails disappears when you lay hands on the sweat stained grip of your wheel
You use them floor boards for bedrolls and a brick for a pillow
Fill all your gas cans with boat fuel and glass jars with the local brew
You pass cars on flood banks, gut them for steel plate
Its never too late for leaving It’s never too late

But a bridge is never far from you, the darkness splits apart for river lights
Start your engine hard and set your sights
‘Cause the kids will always be racing down the shore, trying to chase your wake
To stake their claims on the river charms the boats you carved the beads you made.

It took Sunday when you tied up and set foot on our dirt ramp
Until Tuesday when you hightailed, Sheriff barely on your trail
Like a piper with promises as long it’s a fair trade
I guess I broke the deal we made, so you claimed stakes and slipped away

With the kids racing down the shore, trying to chase your wake,
To stake their claims on the river charms the boats you carved the beads you made.
Yeah, the kids will always be racing down the shore, trying to chase your wake
To stake their claims on the river charms the boats you carved the beads you made.

A bridge is never far from you, the darkness splits apart for river lights
Start your engine hard and set your sights
‘Cause the kids will always be racing down the shore, trying to chase your wake
To stake their claims on the river charms the boats you carved the beads you made.

©2006 Nicholas Hohman