You like to think that we are floating on a river
Of pure clean water heading right back into the sea

But the blue sea chokes on ribbons of silver
Wondering why there is far too many people
Floating back into me

Then you're in your boat
And you're following the river
Meandering gently back down into the sea

And you're full of hope
That as long as you're together
You can handle anything that's thrown up by the sea

Standing all alone between the sea and the river
And my thoughts drift out from the emptiness in front of me

Maybe it's too much choice and just not enough illusion
And that confuses my way of thinking clearly

But it's the only way to go
When you are presented with the river
That won't stop flowing till it reaches the sea