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 though 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