Drink The River

One, two, three

If I were a fisherman of hopes and dreams

I'd buy me a boat and take it out to sea

Cuttin' waves, dodging storms

Casting nets down to the ocean floor

Worst case we go hungry and blame our luck

Have a drink, act like we don't care so much

But to keep on swimmin', castaway

Hooked on your own line from just the other day

And I can't drink the river to dry the land

Bury the ocean beneath the sand

But I can love you until the tide

Pulls me under, by and by

I went searching for a pot of gold

Dad always said I had a knack for diggin' holes

If faith were a shovel to any man of means

Why am I always standing the dirt up to my knees?

To Carolina, swift I'll drive

Edge of the road sharp as a knife

Hundred miles an hour, I'm comin' home to you

Hopin' to make up for all the grief I put you through

And I can't drink the river to dry the land

Bury the ocean beneath the sand

But I can love you until the tide

Pulls me under, by and by

By and by