Lyrics:

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.
Steve Wynn James River Incident