Don't Cross the River - America, George Martin

There’s a little girl

Out lying on her own

She’s got a broken heart

She’s not the kind

You take down for long

She knows and

Plays it smart

And if she’s coming

She’s shown no more

She’s heard no whistle

Blowing from the door

She feels like leaving and

She don’t know why

Without no bridges

She’s trapped

So I sigh

Don’t cross the river

If you can’t swim the tide

Don’t try denying

Living on the other side

All your life you were

On your own

If you want

You can ride my train

Soon forget the reason

That you’re leaving

Lose yourself and

Then sometimes

Maybe even save yourself

Some grieving