Across the street the river runs. Down in the gutter life is slipping away. Let me still exist in another place. Running undercover of a helicopter blade. The flames are getting higher in effigy. Burning down the bridges of my memory. Love may still be alive somewhere some day. Where they're downing only deer. A hundred steel towns away. Oh the rhythm of my heart. Is beating like a drum. With the words "I love you". Rolling off my tongue. No never will I roam. For I know my place is home. Where the ocean meets the sky. I'll be sailing. Photographs and kerosene. Light up my darkness light it up light it up. I can still feel the touch. Of your thin blue jeans. Running down the alley. I've got my eyes all over you baby oh baby. Oh the rhythm of my heart. Is beating like a drum. With the words "I love you". Rolling off my tongue. No never will I roam. For I know my place is home. Where the ocean meets the sky. I'll be sailing (bis). (Bridge). Oh I've got lightning in my veins. Shifting like the handle of a slot machine. Love may still exist in another place. I'm just yanking back the handle no expression on my face. Oh the rhythm of my heart. Is beating like a drum. With the words "I love you". Rolling off my tongue. Oh never will I roam. For I know my place is home. Where the ocean meets the sky. I'll be sailing. The rhythm of my heart. Is beating like a drum. With the words "I love you". Rolling off my tongue. Never will I roam. For I know my place is home. Where the ocean meets the sky. I'll be sailing.