Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh All the weekend warriors touching down Leaving a black stain on this sacred ground Ready and willing to feel wild Even the traffic's sings in tune, in perfect time Makes you feel like the wind is at your back Pushing the train to jump the track Racing the night line, never slowing down (Oh, oh) They're all going downtown where the water goes (Oh, oh) Singing nobody knows what the weather knows You better go [?] like the weatherman [?] living son of a gun I guess nobody told you how it goes Who knows what the river man knows Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh All of the drifters sleeping in River man ties his shoes, he's clocking in Swingers and tough guys leave when the bell rings Sundays at high tide and all the line are fraying You can pull up a chair and wear your beads Dance in moonlit flooded [?] And curse the morning while the rivers sing (Oh, oh) They're all going downtown where the water goes (Oh, oh) Singing nobody knows what the weather knows You better go [?] like the weatherman [?] living son of a gun I guess nobody told you how it goes Who knows what the river man knows All the weekend warriors touching down Leaving a black stain on this sacred ground (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Ready and willing to feel wild Even the traffic's sings in tune, in perfect time (Oh, oh) They're all going downtown where the water goes (Oh, oh) Singing nobody knows what the weather knows You better go [?] like the weatherman [?] living son of a gun I guess nobody told you how it goes Oh no, I guess nobody told you how it goes Who knows what the river man knows (knows, knows, knows, knows) Knows Who knows what the river man knows Knows, knows, knows, knows