No matter what I do, I know I’ll never do what’s right. I’m just trying to keep my head above the rushing waterline. So I go up to the bridge and watch that lonesome river wind. Darling, I wish you were mine (I wish that you were mine).
I walk around pretending that I don’t really care, but I miss the whiskey on your breath and sweat upon your hair. So I go up to the bridge and watch that lonesome river wind. Darling, I wish you were mine (I wish that you were mine).
There will be no going home. There’ll be no more going home.
I stand over the river and I watch the water flow. there’s frost on my body and there’s ice upon my soul. So I go up to the bridge and watch that lonesome river wind. Darling, I wish you were mine (I wish that you were mine).
The moon is bright and low on that North Dakota road, with the sound of Dolly Parton that crackling radio. So I go up to the bridge and watch that lonesome river wind. Darling, I wish you were mine (I wish that you were mine).
There will be no going home. There’ll be no more going home.
