I like rivers, I like rivers Freight ships passing through old drawbridges It looks so cool when you catch it from a distance A little less cool when you stuck inside your Civic I wonder what could possibly be lurking on the bottom I look into the water and imagine all the options A fish we never knew about, some rusty old jalopy The murder weapon used to catch the aforementioned body I seen a beaver chilling by the bank of the Willamette We gazed upon each other undeniably enchanted A wave of telepathic information through the filter It said “when I go to heaven I want you to have the river” He also said the others had agreed that I was chosen Just don’t mention it front of them as gloating is for no one I'm pretty sure you don't have the authority to say this But thank you, I accept, I'll have my lawyer draft the papers