Not much of this makes sense to me
The river leaves run cold and dry
But it keeps me from swinging from 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 in a quiet breeze
But the air is too thin to reply

Well I know that's where I'll never be
Cause 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 sentiment whisked away by anxious steel wool
Struggling to content ourselves with what we think best
That what makes happy of what we seem never full
Is actually more than plenty, but it is already possessed

Well I know that's where I'll never be
Cause 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 from tree to tree
And sometimes I'm too scared to even try

Ultra confusion feigns clarity
Scattered delusion excuses destiny
It's never exactly what it appears to be
Too much for any of us to even try
Try to see

Well I know that's where I'll never be
Cause 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