River

As Hollywood sleeps, a young man is dying
On the concrete of a sidewalk downtown
As his brother weeps, the sirens come calling
And the medics feed him lines on the ground.

And they say he's too young to surrender
And they cry out, and they call him by name.
Their graffiti tells how he's remembered.
Still, the River runs on just the same.

Run River, run...

The director spaeks, The cameras are rolling.
A boy steps between the backdrops and the lights.
And he's stealing the scene, with the crew as his witness.

Now they say he's too young to surrender
And they cry out, and they call him by name
Their graffiti tells how he's remembered
Still, the River runs on just the same

Run River, run...

Now the tabloids will say what they want to
And legacy speaks, but no one can hear it
Cause his death has made critics of us all

His legacy speaks, in the canister rooms
In the archives of great studio halls
And there it will keep, like a secret that's whispered
Between loves and those who never knew him at all

And they say he's too young to surrender
And they cry out, and they call him by name
Their graffiti tells how he's remembered
Still, the River runs on just the same