By: Steve Wynn

After 47 days they left well enough alone. The cops and the reporters

have

all gone home. All that's left is legends and stories to be told.

Tired of

all the questions. Tired of all the calls. Tired of explaining myself

against the wall. Funny how tragedy brings out the best in everyone. *

Standing on the shoreline, burning candles in the rain. I don't wanna

hear

that garbage anymore. Watching all the flowers as they're rolling down

the

James. The dead can rest forevermore if the creek don't rise again. *

Love

burns brightest all dressed up in black with summertime just around the

bend.

You handle your grief and I'll deal with mine. We'll all get along

just

fine. * After 47 days they left well enough alone. The cops and the

reporters have all gone home. All that's left is legends and stories to

be

told. And I know that they're out there. I know they're watching me

and

they wait for me to give myself away. But there's just a few secrets

between

the river and me.