On Dark Rivers -

On dark rivers we float

Never to meet the releasing sea

Our souls hide

Deep inside our bodies

We got to feed our dreams

Nurse our dreams

Sounds of words that are spoken

Merely flirting with the truth

But we never find it

Never can we put the finger on it

Under a bad moon

We try to figure out

Which way to fall In this masquerading boat

You’ve got to wonder

Why most of us

Choose to stay