The Right Place:
4. River Girl

Wide open western sky, rust-stretched sunset starting to fade on an August night
The heat's still rising off the asphalt when we
Turned down a county road, Rattle over a cattle guard, past a row of old fence posts
To a one-lane bridge where the path begins
When we feel the coolness in the air, then we know we're almost there and

You put your hand in mine, pretty fingers that fit just fine
And we'll walk down where the rivers gets wide and no one ever comes around
Hopped down 'neath a concho moon, no agenda and nothing to prove
In our own little world, just me and my River Girl

The hours go slipping back, dark water over flat rocks in the moonlight
Kick your flip-flops off and put your toes in the water
Tell me all of your dreams, a small town girl taking on the world in cutoff jeans
When you lean back, lay your head on my lap
I can see the starlight in your eyes and for me there's no dream like when

You put your hand in mine, pretty fingers that fit just fine
And we'll walk down where the rivers gets wide and no one ever comes around
Hopped down 'neath a concho moon, no agenda and nothing to prove
In our own little world, just me and my River Girl

One day, I know you'll fly from this sleepy town
But for this moment here and now

You put your hand in mine, pretty fingers that feel so fine
And we walk down where the rivers gets wide, two people in love
There's no feeling in the world like this, frozen in a tiptoe kiss
In our own little world, just me and my River Girl

Just me and my River Girl