Told My Troubles To The River

Tom McRae

I feed on fire and confusion,
of this crime I’ll rid my soul, 
gonna slide on down to the river 
onna tell her all. 
So I told my troubles to the river 
and I tossed them in the deep 
and I washed my hands in the river 
but the river brings more trouble to me.

I told my troubles to the river, 
she shared them with the seas, 
she returned them to me doubled, 
the river holds no offer of peace. 
I can wash this blood from my fingers 
I can wash this stain from my soul, 
but I can’t wash out your memories, 
the river returns them all.

I told my troubles to the river,
she shared them with the deep, 
yeah I told my troubles to the river, 
but the river brings them back to me, 
yeah the river brings them back to me.