Ain t it a shame, babe
How your words fall in an empty place
No one to follow or to trace
No wonder you are like you do

Holding your change out
You re wrapped up within all your cares
The waitress is stacking the chairs
And holding the notes to the tune

And all your precious stones
They won t help keep you afloat
Don t say you ain t been told
When this river rolls over you

Haven t you heard, babe
How the speechless are storming the stage
Carrying the cards that you ve made
And lifting the tone of the room

Ain t it the way how
When the cavalier is blocking the road
Resisting all things he s been told
And luring us out to the moon

And all the seeds you ve sewn
Under this weak creek and groan
It's so hard to keep a hold
When this river rolls over you