The Falls

We used to live next to the Falls
A long time ago, so they say
Someone pointed to the mist
And turned to his sister to say
«There must be a story behind all that»
And soon there was
Demons and demigods
One day, when I was small
I saw the lights turning on
In the town across the bay
I turned to my sister to say
«There must be a story behind all that»
And soon there was
Electrons, wire and glass
On the news the other day
I saw a crowd at the top of the Falls
I saw a man save someone else’s child
Lifted her up out of harm’s way
It started me thinking
Since we moved away from the Falls
My days don’t seem to work out right
Nothing I can put my finger on
But just before I get to sleep at night
I think I can hear the water rushing
And these stories aren’t ones I know
I don’t want to let them go