It's not like
Any other knows my name
It's not like
The seasons stay the same for anyone
It's not like
Playing with only [on you]
It's not like
Any other away
He takes me by the hand
Forty-nine hundred years
Four hundred special years
Lonely as a river
Down
And when the welcome's over
They'll think you need a [?]
And when the party's over
They say you need a [?] to hold you
Lonely as a river, now
He held my hand
Four hundred special years
Forty-nine only years
Four hundred holy years
Four hundred special years
And what's the use in meeting maker
He'll only give you abuse like you do
He'll find you in your lonely room
With your [?] dirty shoes
Lonely as the river
