CROSS THE RIVER WRITER CARLY SIMON A hot cloud was hanginA'around We were a rowdy crowd DrinkinA'beer and smokinA' at the end of the pier Danny was
him to get a bike Warning him the time was now Or he'd be out on his ear, she'd disappear If only we could cross the river We couldn't get a jump-start
Translation: Simon, Carly. Cross The River.
