You're underwater, but you're not drowning 
The river's flooding the whole city around you
It could be better, it could be worse
You've learned to live with this midwestern curse
And all your friends don't really know you
Or all the fucked up scary thoughts that keeps you going
And they don't know that your homelife's a joke 
Does everybody have their neck in a yoke?
Yes, the answer's yes
But we can fool each other sometimes
Yes, the answer's yes
But we can help each other sometimes
Stop choking on second guesses
Stop cleaning up everybody's messes
Stop drowning in holy water 
Get carried away with us on the Sangamon River