Roots

Oh, to stand on the Higgins Bridge as the lights go down
Just watching the river flow, on our last night in town
If you’re ever gonna get away, you better learn to run
But if the lessons are coming slow, don’t be upset if that just means you’re
home
If I leave work early one day, on the 31st floor
You can stand aside, call the cops, as I break for the door
You can look for me upfront and main, but I’m not there, I’m gone
None of us is there anymore, will the last one remember to turn the lights off?
There’s a Puerto Rican in this bar, she’s thinking about San Juan
If I could, you know, I’d wave a wand and send her home
But first, you know, I’d send myself back where the river flows
But I can’t even see that road, «When» is a secret, and that means nobody knows