me and my charlene would go to the river
and cry for as long as we like
no one would notice our tears they are floating,
increase or decrease,
the gap in between us is fragile, like a glass
i wish that i was the moon,
'cuz she likes him a lot

i got you walking on a side stream baby,
where you fell down and you broke down
i found you trippin' on main stream baby,
where your heart cried and your eyes died
but you're alright, you're alright

my charlene is trippin' barefoot through the city,
she's going nowhere but alone
in her nightgawn she looks like a princess,
drawn and designed by a hand,
who's painting her feet and her breasts and her face
while she pretends that she's dead
in these dimensions there's no room for approval,
report disbelief to yourself

you're bending over to the side stream baby
with your eyes cold and your nick-name 'broke'
its a dying day for your main stream baby,
you got shot down, you got rained on
but you're alright, you're alright
you're bending over to the side stream baby,
where you fell down and you broke down
its a dying day for your main stream baby,
you got shot down, you got rained on