Though I could make you stay,
I could use my blind self -pity,
But the times have turned between us,
and you know I don't believe
That it makes one bitter difference
if you stay or if you leave.
like that lonely Russian river
That's pushing down the mountain
on its way to meet the sea.
like that river needs that ocean?
With a mixed -up guy like me?
I'm gonna make it short now,
though I could make it long
I could take you through all the changes
and show you where you're wrong
But our dreams don't flow togeth er
And you'll never see the light
So it really doesn't matter
Who is wrong or who is right
Like that lowly rushing river
That's pushing down the mountain
On it s way to meet the sea
Like that river needs that ocean
Like that lowly rushing river
That's pushing down the mountain
On its way to meet the sea
Like that river needs that ocean
Like that lonely rushing river
That's pushing down the mountain
On its way to meet the sea
Like that river leaves that ocean
Why did you have to get so mixed up,