The rivers we crossed to be an hour late To your first exhibit, and I stayed awake for the next week And swore I'd never sleep again, on my alarm clock bed Back on the bikes in the Viennese night We made it to the party just fine The gallery show I'd never see on my mind In drunk, in German, he slurred and kept running "Did you hear he died Old Man Michael Jackson?" And I asked could I get you another beer? Oh, the rivers we crossed to get here And all the fag city singles stopped singing for to go get high And the somber, sober memories Like sing-alongs to Billie Jean Oh, the rivers we crossed to get here I braved terrorists, the swine flu Language barriers, French dudes Who hijacked the iPod at the party Now I can't listen to Maggie's Farm no more