after 47 days they left well enough alone
the cops and the reporters have all gone home
all that's left is legend and stories to be told
tired of all the questions, tired of all the calls
tired of explaining myself against the wall
funny how tragedy brings out the best in everyone
standing on the shoreline, burning candles in the rain
i don't want to hear that garbage anymore
watching all the flowers as they're rolling down the james
the dead can rest forever more if the creek don't rise again
love burns brightest all dressed up in black
with summertime just around the bend
you handle your grief and i'll deal with mine
we'll all get along just fine (ch)
after 47 days they left well enough alone
the cops and the reporters have all gone home
all that's left is legend and stories to be told
and i know that they're out there, i know they're watching me
and they wait for me to give myself away
but there's just a few secrets between the river and me (ch)