Floating on a River - Roddy Woomble

You like to think

That we’re all floating on a river

Of pure clean water

Heading right back in to the sea

But the blue sea chokes

On ribbons of silver

Wondering why there’s far too many people

Floating back into me

Then you’re in your boat

And you’re following the river

Meandering gently back down

Into the sea

And you’re full of hope

That as long as you’re together

You can handle anything

That’s thrown up by the sea

Standing all alone

Between the sa and the river

My thoughts drift out from the mptiness

In front of me

Maybe there’s too much choice

And just not enough illusion

And that confuses my way

Of thinking clearly

But it’s the only way to cope

When you’re presented with a river

That won’t stop flowing 'til

It reaches the sea