Is it my maker? Am I the breaker? Has it come too soon?

Am I to follow where life seems hallowed by some impending doom?

It makes me ache right now

That the lover of life gets lost somehow

'Cause his colors fade in the rain

He goes down to the river again

To find to be an opening to the sea

So that can't be that hard if he wants to see the river

Some having trouble, when life at the double

Ought to be immune

Some say it's hazy, others feel lazy, some don't know what to do

It never breaks somehow

That the pattern of life is a loving vow

Every man has power to ordain

Every soul that comes in from the rain

That wants to see and find someone

Open up and tell its wildest dreams to one that's seen all before

That's why you can't see through the floor

That's a part on the river

Take some time, I rowed on with her

There's a star in the air, never be returning to

Find what else that heart is yearning for

But you want to take

Seems a good life can see

Though it describes the more I can see the point

Can't people see that part of what can be?

Oh, see in a river