Not Much Of This Makes Sense To Me

The River Leaves Run Cold And Dry

But It Keeps Me From Swinging Tree To Tree

And Sometimes I'm Too Scared To Even Try



Hashing Through The Possibilities

They Seem As Endless As The Sky

You Seek The Truth And The Quiet Breeze

But The Air Is Too Thin To Reply



Well I Know That's Where I'll Never Be

Because I Can See The Summer's Done

I Try To Let The River Flow In And Out Of Me

And Pray I Float The Way I Think I Want

And Pray I Float At All



Distant Notions Of Subtle Residue

Cling To Minds From Our Past

Tell Us What Is What And Who Made Who

But Time's Events Move Us Too Fast



Simple Sentiments Whisked Away By Anxious Steel Wool

Struggling To Content Ourselves With What We Think Best

That What Makes Happy Of Which We Seem Never Full

Is Actually More Than Plenty For It Is Already Possessed



Well I Know That's Where I'll Never Be

Because I Can See The Summer's Done

I Try To Let The River Flow In And Out Of Me

And Pray I Float The Way I Think I Want

And Pray I Float At All



Not Much Of This Makes Sense To Me

The River Leaves Run Cold And Dry

But It Keeps Me From Swinging Tree To Tree

And Sometimes I'm Too Scared To Even Try



Utter Confusion Feigns Clarity

Scattered Delusions Excuses Destiny

It's Never Exactly How It Appears To Be

It's Too Much For Any Of Us Who Even Try To See



Well I Know That's Where I'll Never Be

Because I Can See The Summer's Done

I Try To Let The River Flow In And Out Of Me

And Pray I Float The Way I Think I Want

And Pray I Float At All