Potomac from Francis Davies by Francis Davies

An army buddy told me this was the place to come
A cushy job in DC, and back to our old college fun

It isn’t spying it’s just calling and pulling some pranks
We are not crooks, at worst we’re just a couple of cranks

But they never told me that it wasn’t like TV

The Potomac scares me, she’s changing and wav’ring
And I can’t keep it straight, I have to
Wait at the red light, work every late night
But someday it will pay, they say

I guess it wasn’t great but we were told we’d be fine
Our families would get cash, and we’d be treated to wine

I’ve given enough to keep just a little
Taunted by statues and lines in the middle of the road

The Potomac scares me, she’s changing and wav’ring
And I can’t keep it straight, I have to
Wait at the red light, work every late night
But someday it will pay, they say

Those rats were lying not just to me but to you
Four months they left me rotting
Well caged birds can sing on Penn Avenue

I’m out and free again but there’s not a home in sight
I turn my headlights on and drive the canals at night

I gave everything to the creep in the middle
Plumbers and lawyers, lie noncommittal on the news

The Potomac scared me, she’s changing and wav’ring
I couldn’t keep it straight, I had to
Run every red light, drink in the late night
And I never got paid, they say crime doesn’t pay, well I never got paid

• Folk
• folk rock
• indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Saratoga Springs