High on the Banks

High on the banks, Illinois river
Catch and release, now for something to do
When overtook me a gust of wind
It was blowing in an old memory of you
Boots on crooked, beer in your hand
Singing a song about the promised land
Thought in your head, no hate in your heart
Shining light in a world of dark
Shining light, world of dark

And if memories were worth any money
At least I'd have something in my hands
Even though you burned out quicker
I will carry you with me till my end

First-year of college you and I didn't go
Pen to the paper and the wheels on the road
Cut our teeth in every shitty bar
Carving out a life on an old guitar
We played for money, we played for free
Played for party favors in Eureka Springs
Every backyard near and far
Chasing down the flames of a shooting star

And if memories were worth any money
At least I'd have something in my hands
Even though you burned out quicker
I will carry you with me till my end