I walked down that boulder road Through a child's eye saw places where I used to go Where I crawled barefoot with a fishing pole To the rock that overlooked that steelhead hole But it's true--silver river turning blue It was a small town in a smaller world Just a black dot on an old map with its edges curled Where they built their industries on the edge of town-- Leaching chemicals from underground Now it's true--that silver river turning blue Just got a late reaction. Face reality and stare it down Sometimes it's harder hanging on. Much easier to look around But I need that job Well, this place no city: we're just small players here Like a million other heroes drinking poor man's beer We know what's right. We're just living it wrong But there's no easy answer in the green man's song What do you do? When your river's turning Blue