In The Rapids - Genesis, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel

Moving down the water

John is drifting out of sight

It’s only at the turning point

That you find out how you fight

In the cold, feel the cold all around

And the rush of crashing water

Surrounds me with its sound

Striking out to reach you

I can’t get through to the other side

When you’re racing in the rapids

There’s only one way that’s to ride

Taken down, taken down by the undertow

And I’m spiraled down the river bed

My fire is burning low

Catching hold of the rock that’s firm

I’m waiting for John to be carried past

We hold together, hold together and shoot the rapids fast

When the waters slow down

The dark and the deep

Have no one, no one, no one, no one

No one left to keep

Hang on John, we’re out of this at last

Somethings changed that’s not your face

It’s mine, it’s mine