The River - Tom Chaplin

I’m walking down the empty streets we used to know

With all those teenage dreams of conquering the world

In between the boats along the quay

Same old river staring back at me

She’s watching everybody come and go

Carried here then washed away given to the flow

But every time I go back there

I feel I’m winding up nowhere

Why keep asking it to deliver

When those days are way down the river

It’s gotta be time that I move on

The good old days they are long gone

Let it carry me into the future

Out of the background

Into the foreground

Giving it all to the river

So meet me somewhere new on some bright afternoon

When you have shed the skin that holds me back from you

Oh everything you want was long ago

Carried off and washed away given to the flow

The river rolls on rolls on

Forever rolls on rolls on