The rivers are rising   Washing us away.   Out by the wayside,   We're up to our NECKS.   Counting down the days.      I'm downtown   Can you feel the fall calling out?   It's calling out.   It's calling me!      They all sit and stare   Lost children!   LOST CHILDREN!      Come back darling    And take care of this island.   These currents drift away.    We could of been the one's.    Yeah,    We coulda' been the one's.