Lyrics:

All my daydreams are disasters She's the one I think I love Rivers burn and then run backwards For her, that's enough They all come from New York City And they woke me up at dawn She walked with me to the fountain And she held onto my arm Come on, do what you did Roll me under New Madrid Shake my baby and please bring her back 'Cause death won't even be still Caroms over the landfill Buries us all in its broken back There's a man of conviction And although he's getting old Mr. Browning has a prediction And we've all been told So come on back from New York City Roll your trucks in at dawn Walk with me to the fountain And hold onto my arm Come on, do what you did Roll me under New Madrid Shake my baby and please bring her back 'Cause death won't even be still Caroms over the landfill Buries us all in its broken back