I am alone I am alone in the shadows of the stars I'm gettin' older and this world seems so far Breathe, swallow me in the street holiday I need a vacation from this declaration of the end Maybe it's time To cross the finish line You won't wake me up I need a saint, I need a God I was swimmin' in holy water Water, holy water Now I'm drownin' down the river Down the river Down the river I was clean Set me free in the valley of the butterflies I'm still too young to recognize the Devil Deep, I fell deep And the sun burns my eyes I need the revelation Got a premonition of the end You won't wake me up I need a saint, I need a God I was swimmin' in holy water Water, holy water Now I'm drownin' down the river Down the river Down the river I was swimmin' in holy water Water, holy water Now I'm drownin' down the river Down the river Down the river

All night long we drank sugar water Trying to keep the heat at bay I was poor, she was a poor man's daughter But we weren't too poor to play We couldn't buy wine, we couldn't buy beer Even Drag Donald's mash was a little too dear So we just laid back with that sugar water And we let the night roll on It was late July, dry as a bone Dust laying heavy on the fields She'd sneak out of her unhappy home And meet me by the water mill She'd steal a little sugar, I'd bring a little cup And when the sun went down we'd stir it all up Yeah we just laid back with that sugar water And we let the night roll on She's taking down her hair, slipping off her shoes She's dancing to the rhythm of the midnight blues The sugar and the sweat, trailing down her skin You know it hit me harder than bath-tub gin – all right Time goes by, the world moves on Age comes creeping up behind The creek's been dammed, the water mill's gone Ain't nobody pays the slightest mind That poor man's daughter is a rich man's wife She danced away from me into a whole other life But I just keep tasting that sugar water When we let the night roll on She's taking down her hair, slipping off her shoes She's dancing to the rhythm of the midnight blues The sugar and the sweat, trailing down her skin You know it hit me harder than bath-tub gin – all right