Dragging Hooks (River Song Trilogy, Part III)

Can't lose the taste of this river mud
Black water in my lungs
They say you can't step in the same river twice
Well, I've been stepping in this river seems like most my life

So sharpen up those dragging hooks
Pull that sheep shank tight
Cast into the river, boys
We're dragging for those lost years tonight

See that man, he's lost his wife
Said she'd be home by eight
But that was well on three weeks ago
Now he's walking those banks searching for clues to her fate

See that boy, he's lost his girl
Flash flood stole her away
Now he keeps a vigil on that suspension bridge
Praying for that river to return her one day

So sharpen up those dragging hooks
Tie that clove hitch tight
Cast into the river, boys
We're dragging for lost love tonight

Can't lose the taste of this river mud
Black water in my lungs
They say even the weariest river in the end will find the sea
But here among the cattails, all we discuss is breaking free

So sharpen up those dragging hooks
Tie that sheep shank tight
Cast into the water, boys
We're dragging for lost souls tonight