The Musconetcong River’s strong
It flows to where our souls belong
Against my will, I can’t sit still
Would you like a cup or a cone?
I walk along the banks
Along
Our bicycles were painted brown
We pedaled up, we pedaled down
We found a cannonball out by the woods
Outside the school
What should we do?
Remember Brother Joe before he passed?
Hooked his head when he cast
A fishing rod out too fast
His tears are in the water
The Musconetcong River’s strong
It flows to where our souls belong
Against my will, I can’t sit still
Would you like a cup or a cone?
I walk along the banks
Along
When I was seventeen I had a dream that I flew
Like when I first met you thought you were me
Reflecting off you