High On A Riverbed

Toad The Wet Sprocket

why try

when everything i do seems half right

how can i be satisfied

writing words from someone's else's lies

but sometimes i'm standing here

high on a riverbed

and light breaks through

everything feels good for a while

high on a riverbed

i see myself sometimes

vision is a mystery half blind

i wander through my life

wondering what i could be if i

if i