Текст Fences – A Mission

Now I am standing alone at the top of your hill
With no one to meet me and no one to pick up the bill
Guess that my drinking has become a form of religion
I pray to it nightly on knees like a devoted christian

And now I am a no one
And now I am a known one

You are the river, but baby, you know I can’t swim
You run through me coldly through mountains, through trees and through hills
Guess that my drinking has become a form of a prison
And next to a veteran I lay on a cot, in a mission

And now I am a no one
And now I am a known one

And now I am a no one
And now I am a known one
And now I am a no one
And now I am a known one