At night on those banks I'd lie awake
and pull her close to feel each breath she'd take
now those dreams come back to haunt me
they haunt me like a curse
is a dream a lie that don't come true
or is it something worse

that sends me down to the river
though I know the river is dry
it sends me down to the river
tonight

Down to the river
my baby and I
down to the river
tonight

-Springsteen
The River