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I believe it began innocently enough: a handful of highs, a couple of months Wandering winter to the south and the sun, as the ice came for Texas again I got lost for a love that was jagged and just I could never unspin, never unfrost So I turned with the hills to the Amarillo dust, followed by a song you’d sing… You try to let the river in, you try to let it all roll on Try to let the river in – you try to let it all roll on You think a little bit like a thief You feel a moment beyond what you see So I buried my fear in the ditch with my pride, learned how to move as the sudden crow flies I could never be yours; I am not even mine I’m a feather on a finer wing And in the room to my right, Joey huddled up cold with a melody I made but knew couldn’t hold He stole the bell from the center of my soul, struck it how it’s meant to ring You try to let the river in – you try to let it all roll on Thinking a little more like a thief, we felt around for a crack or a key Joey and me, we only had a dozen decent ends But Joey and me, we had these thousand good beginnings, so here we go again and I will try to let the river in – I’ll try to let it all roll on You try to let the river in – try to let it all roll on We’ll try to let the river in, try to let it all roll on (Thanks to Monk for these lyrics) From Letras Mania