by Bruce R. Hornsby and John Hornsby)



She moved back around here

Thrity-five weeks ago today

Oh, down the lane

At night she walks on the banks

And remembers how she

Dreamed of rowing away

And how she left one day

She left with a driven look in her eyes

Came back around with it still inside

They said give it some time

And you'll forget about it too

We know they always do

Well I know



Some fine day

You will find your way

Across the river

Row down slow

There's a long way to go

Across the river



She was pround and so strong

And she tried not to listen to idle talk

Downtown where she walked

They sit around and they say

That she came back with her tail between her legs

Like they always said she would



Well I hear it's better on the other side

They say you'll never do it

So don't even try

Well, you may be beaten down

With your closed mind

But don't try to make it mine

Well I know



Some fine day

You will find your way

Across the river

Row down slow

There's a long way to go

Across the river



"Your wild days are through" is what they said

I dreamed she came, when I was down and

I walked where she led



Standing on the shore

She looks to the west

With a look of longing

To where the grass seems greener

There's a hard and distant prize

It probably won't happen

But I think i'll try

Well even if it doesn't happen for me

It still beats hanging around here

Well I know



Some fine day

You will find your way

Across the river

Row down slow

There's a long way to go

Across the river