Was there a slip of the lip, my dear, that you Wish you could use for your gain? Was there a slip of the Freudian kind, and you Thought I would not see your pain? Well, we've been walking for years by now On the river banks If it could tell me one thing right now It would not be thanks Rogue River's running low And it shows my weakness Rogue River's running high And it hides my scars A warm jacket is all I need If we leave tonight I heard you talking about Madrid And how the city opened your eyes Well, this is more important than that If you could make a compromise If you approach it with dignity It can bring you back alive I think we'll make it to Hellgate Canyon In the middle of the night What was it you wanted again That made you not even try? The snow's falling in Silver Butte We probably should stay south I'm all sixes and sevens and nines, but I still can't resist