Young Rivers - Young Widows

Tell the feelers I’m bleeding

Bandaged up, but still seeping

Tell them finally I’m clean

Bathed in blood, but still clean

Tell them softly what I’m keeping

Tally it up and send me streaking

Tell them all why I’m lean

Eating words, but still lean

Tell the wolves I’m leaving

Unpacked, but still seeking

Tell them wolves I’m mean

All alone, but still mean

Tell them wolves that I’m up stream

Young rivers flow up stream

I’ll be floating on a dream

Everyone’s with me

Young rivers, young rivers of mud

Are over flowing with a new kind of

Undone love, undone love

Young rivers, young rivers of mud

Are over flowing with a new kind of

Undone love, undone love

Young rivers, young rivers of mud

Are over flowing with a new kind of

Undone love, undone love

Young rivers, young rivers of mud

Are over flowing with a new kind of

Undone love, undone love

Tell the flowers I’m blooming

Brighter than they knew me

Tell them finally I’m clean

Bathed in mud, but still clean