Out the window a river Out the window cross the road there's a field then the river

steel gray, more often blue The river's a meander just like at Troy no god's here though but an oxbow seen through the window Time's likened to a river more likely however it's a secret escape leading to the birthplace of things now forgot Cross the river from the window there's farmland and field once Pr Rond, grand meadow, now misread Pea Round The river Annapolis once called Dauphin had earlier names Mi'kmaq, Red Paint perhaps Archaic too Out the window there's flood plain or at least there was once till the river got dyked and dammed The dykes and dam like the various names never changed much 'cause out the window there's still an escape to things now forgot