(Bill Berry/Peter Buck/Mike Mills/Michael Stipe)



Did you never call? I waited for your call

These rivers of suggestion are driving me away

The trees will bend, the cities wash away

The city on the river there is a girl without a dream



I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry



Eastern to Mountain, third party call, the lines are down

The wise man built his words upon the rocks

But I'm not bound to follow suit

The trees will bend, the conversation's dimmed

Go build yourself another home, this choice isn't mine



I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry



Did you never call? I waited for your call

These rivers of suggestion are driving me away

The ocean sang, the conversation's dimmed

Go build yourself another dream, this choice isn't mine