Crossing Missouri

The river's wide, the bridge is long. I hum a half-forgotten song. Missouri waits on the other side With nothing left for me to hide. Crossing Missouri in the Rain. Washing off an old Refrain. The water runs, the tires hiss. Goodbye To every town like this. The Lights of home are far behind. Somewhere lost, somewhere I'll find. I cross the line without a sound. Another state where I've been found. Crossing Missouri in the rain. Washing off an old refrain. The water runs, the tires hiss. Goodbye To every town like this.