I see all the planes
Racing toward the sun
But we will see in the end
Nobody has really won
So strap on your boots
Step into the mud
We have to find a way out of this rut
There's nothing to do, nowhere to go
Come now, my friend, we must continue to row
For if we slumber at this moment
We may miss the show

What is this journey for?
We may never know
During the night
See the cigarettes glow
We laugh and laugh as the tenderwind blows
And the One up above remains to be unshown
Just as all of life's truths remain to be unknown
Look out upon the long and winding road
The gentle moon hovering overhead
Caressing the woman trying her best
Not to lose her head

The river running past her house
Trickling quiet as a mouse
Toss a coin in, it is not a fountain nor a well
But you might just get your wish
Across the way the beauty of the bearded goat
It is growing cold and you left your overcoat
Behind you, back at home
Indecision grips your throat
Like a delirious gnome
Turn back or continue to roam?
Feeling stagnant like the wet sand's foam
The brisk wind is cold against your tender cheeks
It seems as if reality has sprung a leak
And not exactly what we seek
With the curtains drawn there is always the urge
To take but the slightest peek
Maybe it will be found