now I am standing alone at the top of your hill
with no one to meet me and no one to pick up the bill
guess that my drinking has become a form of religion
I pray to it nightly on knees like a devoted christian
and now I am a no one
and now I am a known one
you are the river, but baby, you know I can't swim
you run through me coldly through mountains, through trees and through hills
guess that my drinking has become a form of a prison
and next to a veteran I lay on a cot, in a mission
and now I am a no one
and now I am a known one
and now I am a no one
and now I am a known one