[[ from a photo of Appalachia in the paper ]]
everything runs away
down this valley
everything runs away
the railway follows on one side
the highway holds to the other
the river flows in between them
down to the sea
everything runs down,
everything runs away
everything runs down, runs
down to the sea
there's even a mist on the river
who put that mist in the air?
as if someone drew it that way
knew I would need to go
knew I would need to stay
I could take a photograph of you
steal a photograph of you away
I could take a photograph of you
maybe give it back another day
I know there is nothing up above us
but a sky full of chance and blame
I know there is nothing up above us
but people like to give chance a name
Don't say you're going to turn it round
and make it like it was back then
Might as well pull all those trains back up the hill
and push that river back up the valley again
everything runs down,
everything runs away
everything runs down, runs
down to the sea
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