Sometimes Rivers Run Dry
Music by Clive Neal & Lyrics by Terence Anthony.
I’ve heard it said, so many times,
That ‘The best is yet to come’,
But I believe that the best was lost,
When I lost my only son.
Now sometimes when the hurt burns deep,
I reach for the Whiskey and Rye,
But I don’t cry myself to sleep,
I guess the river’s run dry.
I used to cry a river, I’d sob and bow my head,
Hoping I’d cross over, to where you wake up dead,
But somehow I survived all that,
Though I can’t tell you why,
I only know, yes it’s a fact,
That sometimes rivers run dry.
People think they know me,
But they don’t understand,
What goes on inside an old man’s head,
Now I believe in nothin’,
And there is no ‘Promised Land’,
Unless it’s in the whiskey by my bed.
Now nothin’ really matters, my life goes on the same,
I walk the streets at midnight, and I don’t mind the rain,
But I can hear folk whispering,
‘Here comes that crazy guy,
Who thinks, that even when it rains,
Somehow the river runs dry’.
But that’s because I lost my son,
And find it hard to cry,
And end up telling everyone,
That sometimes rivers run dry….
Yes, sometimes rivers run dry.