Jeremy Facknitz

Lyrics

In ’93 the river rose
high above the levee
and it covered her from head to toe
Her people couldn’t stop the flood
left her thick and heavy
in that mighty Mississippi mud

You’d think she would succumb to
what nature was demanding
but south of old St. Louis
this tiny town’s still standing
Antique stores open weekends
sweet bed and breakfast romance
the slower pace we’re seekin’
the beacon is

St. Genevieve
no trace of a disaster here, my dear
the skies are clear
And I believe
if we just take it year by year, my dear
they’ll find us here
hand in hand and seemingly unscathed

The weight of life is cumbersome
and many hold the notion
that the worst of days have yet to come
So excuse us if we start to choke
it might be on emotion
or the ever-present shroud of smoke

The situation’s dire
our children can’t stop crying
the planet is on fire
our moms and dads are dying
We’re lost beneath against the current
can’t see the light before us
Our only reassurance,
the chorus of

St. Genevieve
no trace of a disaster here, my dear
the skies are clear
And I believe
if we just take it year by year, my dear
they’ll find us here
hand in hand and seemingly unscathed

If she survived that cancer
if river towns can do this
perhaps we’ll find some answers
and maybe we’ll get through this
It helps to see the marker
of where the river crested
When things can’t get much darker
I’ll meet you in

St. Genevieve
no trace of a disaster here, my dear
the skies are clear
And I believe
if we just take it year by year, my dear
they’ll find us here
hand in hand and seemingly unscathed