High On A Riverbed — Toad The Wet Sprocket

Why try

When everything I do seems half right

How can I be satisfied

Writing words from someones elses lies

But sometimes Im standing here

High on a riverbed

And light breaks through

Everything feels good for a while

High on a riverbed

I see myself sometimes

Vision is a mystery half blind

I wander through my life

Wondering what I could be if i

If i