Wash

Picture this

You're sitting in the front seat, driving

Eyes wide open out the

Window glass

Can't imagine how you're feeling

As I walk right by you

Along the street

Caught up in your rearview

Turn to leave

Everything you worked to build

Is taken by that stream

You told me

Waterloo station is bleak

You told me

Forget about leaving and

You told me

Water your own pasture

It'll turn green someday

Or the river will wash you away

Hit the pavement

Gradient around the corner

Steeper than Baldwin on a

Slippery day

Fall right back into your radiance

Keep me chained to this street

Caught up in your job

You tried to leave

Everything you left behind

Has taken another seat

You told me

Waterloo Station is bleak

You told me

Forget about leaving and

You told me

Water your own pasture

It'll turn green someday

Or the river will wash you away

Never thought I'd be the one to make you stay

Oh how I can't give you away