She Tows the Line-Crooked Fingers

she tows the line up the river, through the low lands hanging out on the jetty, by the arcade, it ain't high see it so clear in her eyes she won't be bringing it up again so she rises and goes so they'd never know that she even came here at all couldn't count the times we'd believe in, just for going walking the banks of the levy where the old hopes all get thrown as soon as we drift from their sight they won't dare bring our names up again and we'll rise and we'll hope that they'll never know that we even came here at all he thinks we ride on the meadow, heavy rolling heading into the city like they all have some place to go to leave it now, so far behind you can't blame people for giving in to decide where they go so they never know that we even came here at all