Songs The river runs I have all this to give Let me on to the pilot mister Oh my long end needs a gun So this is my realest surprise See that through will ya Oh I have such high hopes So the direction on this is misery To multiply Great is that mastodon Suffer me mildly I too have a place of neediness Trickery is stubborn in me Too late my agree So, I have to be that one again Stuck is the door