A MISSION - Fences

Now I am standing alone at the top of your hill

With no one to meet me and no one to pick up the bill

Guess that my drinking has become a form of religion

I pray to it nightly on knees like a devoted christian

And now I am a no one

And now I am a known one

You are the river, but baby, you know I can’t swim

You run through me coldly through mountains, through trees and through hills

Guess that my drinking has become a form of a prison

And next to a veteran I lay on a cot, in a mission

And now I am a no one

And now I am a known one

And now I am a no one

And now I am a known one