The rivers are risingnWashing us away.nOut by the wayside,nWe're up to our NECKS.nCounting down the days.nnI'm downtownnCan you feel the fall calling out?nIt's calling out.nIt's calling me!nnThey all sit and starenLost children!nLOST CHILDREN!nnCome back darling nAnd take care of this island.nThese currents drift away. nWe could of been the one's. nYeah, nWe coulda' been the one's.