Down By The Water - The Decemberists

See this ancient riverbed

See where all my folly’s led

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

I was just some tow-head teen

Feeling ‘round for fingers to get in between

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

The season rubs me wrong

The summer swells anon

So knock me down, tear me up But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

Sweet descend this rabble ‘round

The pretty little patter of a seaport town

Rolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag

All dolled up in gabardine

The lash-flashing Leda of pier nineteen

Queen of the water and queen of the old main drag

The season rubs me wrong

The summer swells anon

So knock me down, tear me up But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

The season rubs me wrong

The summer swells anon

So knock me down, tear me up But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

Down by the water and down by the old main drag