Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

All the weekend warriors touching down
Leaving a black stain on this sacred ground
Ready and willing to feel wild
Even the traffic's sings in tune, in perfect time

Makes you feel like the wind is at your back
Pushing the train to jump the track
Racing the night line, never slowing down

(Oh, oh)
They're all going downtown where the water goes
(Oh, oh)
Singing nobody knows what the weather knows
You better go [?] like the weatherman
[?] living son of a gun
I guess nobody told you how it goes
Who knows what the river man knows
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

All of the drifters sleeping in
River man ties his shoes, he's clocking in
Swingers and tough guys leave when the bell rings
Sundays at high tide and all the line are fraying

You can pull up a chair and wear your beads
Dance in moonlit flooded [?]
And curse the morning while the rivers sing

(Oh, oh)
They're all going downtown where the water goes
(Oh, oh)
Singing nobody knows what the weather knows
You better go [?] like the weatherman
[?] living son of a gun
I guess nobody told you how it goes
Who knows what the river man knows

All the weekend warriors touching down
Leaving a black stain on this sacred ground (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ready and willing to feel wild
Even the traffic's sings in tune, in perfect time

(Oh, oh)
They're all going downtown where the water goes
(Oh, oh)
Singing nobody knows what the weather knows
You better go [?] like the weatherman
[?] living son of a gun
I guess nobody told you how it goes
Oh no, I guess nobody told you how it goes
Who knows what the river man knows (knows, knows, knows, knows)
Knows
Who knows what the river man knows
Knows, knows, knows, knows