River Street
Down on River Street
Rollin' 'round in my back seat
With my baby in an old Chevrolet
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
The world seemed like magic to me
With endless possibilities
Place a time when you could still believe
You could reach out and touch your dreams
My fortune faded glory
Place a time, stage, and story
And a taste lingers bittersweet
(My eyes) my eyes search for the traces
Local haunts, familiar faces
For a place that used to be
Going back to River Street
Out of place and incomplete
And you start to second guess
All the "what if's" and what might have been
I look around I see memories
The way it was in the used to be
I look around and remember when
The days were long and night was your best friend
My fortune faded glory
Place a time, stage, and story
And a taste lingers bittersweet
(My eyes) my eyes search for the traces
Local haunts, familiar faces
For a place that used to be
Down on River Street
Rollin' 'round in my back seat
With my baby in an old Chevrolet
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Seemed like only yesterday
Tomorrow was a world away
Now it seems it's come and gone
You pick up the pieces and you carry on
My fortune faded glory
Place a time, stage, and story
And a taste lingers bittersweet
(My eyes) my eyes search for the traces
Local haunts, familiar faces
For a place that used to be
For a place that used to be
Rollin' 'round in my back seat
With my baby in an old Chevrolet
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
The world seemed like magic to me
With endless possibilities
Place a time when you could still believe
You could reach out and touch your dreams
My fortune faded glory
Place a time, stage, and story
And a taste lingers bittersweet
(My eyes) my eyes search for the traces
Local haunts, familiar faces
For a place that used to be
Going back to River Street
Out of place and incomplete
And you start to second guess
All the "what if's" and what might have been
I look around I see memories
The way it was in the used to be
I look around and remember when
The days were long and night was your best friend
My fortune faded glory
Place a time, stage, and story
And a taste lingers bittersweet
(My eyes) my eyes search for the traces
Local haunts, familiar faces
For a place that used to be
Down on River Street
Rollin' 'round in my back seat
With my baby in an old Chevrolet
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Seemed like only yesterday
Tomorrow was a world away
Now it seems it's come and gone
You pick up the pieces and you carry on
My fortune faded glory
Place a time, stage, and story
And a taste lingers bittersweet
(My eyes) my eyes search for the traces
Local haunts, familiar faces
For a place that used to be
For a place that used to be
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Schuttler
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