We'd head straight from school down to the poolhall

Shoot games of eight ball and play the machines

Go cruising on weekends in a patched up old Plymouth

We'd chip in for gas the fun was for free

And the river it wound through the heart of our town

We swore we'd all follow it down to the sea

Life was so simple and each day was magic

For Scooter and Michael and Danny and me



We drank our first beers down by the river

Tellin' lies about girls and the things that we'd done

Football and fist fights four birds of a feather

One for all and all were for one

And the river it wound...



We were captured in time one bright summer's day

That black and white photograph's all that remains

Days turn to years boys turn to men

And the past is a place you can't go to again



Scooter is gone he died in a car crash

Michael's in business too busy for me

Danny's a lifer somewhere in the army

And I'm here where I never dreamed I would be

Oh the river it wound...

For Scooter and Michael Danny and me