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 to scared to even try

passing 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 prey I float the way I think I want
and prey 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 you happier which we seem never full
is actually more then plenty for 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 prey I float the way I think I want
and prey 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 to scared to even try

alter confusion feigns clarity
scattered delusion excuses destiny
it's never exactly how it appears to be
it's too much for any of us who even tried
tried 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 prey I float the way I think I want
and prey I float at all