Across the street the river runs.
Down in the gutter life is slipping away.
Let me still exist in another place,
Running down under cover
Of a helicopter blade.
Across the street the river runs.
Down in the gutter life is slipping away.
Let me still exist in another place,
Running down under cover
Of a helicopter blade.
No never will I roam,
for I know my place is home.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
I'll be sailing.
Love may still alive,
somewhere someday,
where they're downing only deer
a hundred steel towns away.
Let's make it all for one and all for love.
Let the one you hold be the one you want,
The one you need,
'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all.
When there's someone that should know
Then just let your feelings show
And make it all for one and all for love.