I’m going down

won’t you help me

save me from myself

I hear the sound of a memory

maybe time will tell

suddenly my life is like a river

taking to places I don’t want to go

but like all good man who swim too well

it takes all that I have just to cry for help

then that voice in my head

tells me no

I’m going down

won’t you help me

save me from myself

I look around for a fantasy

maybe, who can tell?

let me live my life beside the river

take me to places where a child can grow

and then

maybe, maybe the boy inside will forsake me

maybe the child in me will just let me go

I’m going down

the cod, cold water is rushing in

I’m going down

and I would beg to be forgiven

if I knew my sin

save me

I’m going down...