Lyrics

River Street by Richard A. Schuttler

Down on River Street
Rolling round in my back seat
With baby in an old Chevrolet
Nothing ventured, nothing gained

The world seemed like magic to me with
Endless possibilities
A place a time when you could still believe
You could reach out and touch your dreams

My fortune faded glory
A 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 St.
Out of place and incomplete
And you start to second guess
All the what ifs and what might have beens

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
A 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
Rolling 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
A place a time, stage and story
And a taste lingers bittersweet (my eyes)
My eyes search for the traces
The local haunts, familiar faces
For a place that used to be
For a place that used to be