The wine may have gone sour,
But you can't blame the band,
Like you can't blame the locusts,
For drought on the land.

You can't blame the sea,
'Cause it's full of your tears,
And you can't blame me,
For wanting you here.

There's a fork in the river,
No time to think twice.
A change in the weather,
So keep close at night.
A hissing in the wood pile,
A voice on the wind,
A fork on the river is where we begin.

Once found a rainbow,
Lyin' flat on the ground,
I just kept walkin'
Thinking more were around.

The buzzard, the joker,
The beggar, the throne,
The roses, the sugar,
No safe passage home.

There's a fork in the river,
No time to think twice.
A change in the weather,
So keep close at night.
A hissing in the wood pile,
A voice on the wind,
A fork on the river is where we begin.

A fork in the river,
No time to think twice.
A change in the weather,
So keep close at night.
A hissing in the wood pile,
A voice on the wind,
A fork on the river is where we begin.
A fork on the river is where we begin.
A fork on the river is where we begin.


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