Teksty: Max Webster. Blue River Liquor Shine.

The day seems longer
When your head is hanging down
And you are taking to the back streets
Looking for something lost
Finding something found

How long does it take this feeling to show
When will this mood, I know let go
Blue river liquor shine starting to grow

They're just little people
Justice seems so round
Too many backstreet
Without a lost and found
Let go of that stranger
He's just hanging around