Where The Water Used To Run Lyrics

The old bucks of the town sat muttering their strategy

With With A view of the city down below that lays like a carpet at their feet

Johnny laces up his shoes in the air of winter's last day

"First you don't drink, now you don't smoke

What, are we supposed to call you a saint?"

No, but Love makes the cool air light

Where the water used to run

He lived here his whole life

And he would live another one

By The crowns of the breathing Pines

Where the water used to run

Leaning in twilight

Awaiting the return of the sun

There are six of them and one of him

The ball rockets of the crotch of the rim

They are kids once again shaking off the cold

Squinting through blue clouds of the cigar smoke

The scrape and snatch of these old alley cat

Launch their voices high into the cool March air

Their Keds kick the dirt, bending over to breathe

That old stretch leather feeling that lies underneath

Love makes the cool air light

Where the water used to run

They've lived here all their lives

And they would live another one

By the crowns of the breathing Pines

Where the water used to run

Leaning in twilight

Awaiting the return of the sun

There are six of them and one of him

They shake hands, declaring the end of the game

They pick up their coats from the ashcan lids

And the old dungarees begin to shuffle again

"We should probably stop getting old before it's too late

We should probably get young again before it's too late"

Their Keds kicking up the pebbles and chewed gum

Johnny stays behind by the pines where the water used to run