[Verse 1]
Oh, my Anacostia
Do not sigh, do not weep
Beneath the overpass
Your saviour's waiting patiently

[Verse 2]
Walking on the water
Flowing with the poisons
From the naval yard
He's talking to the broken reeds

[Chorus]
What will become of us?
What will become of us?

[Verse 3]
A small red sun makes way for night
Trails away like a tail light
Is that Jesus on the water
Talking to the fallen trees?

[Chorus]
What will become of us?
What will become of us?