Not much of this makes sense to me   River leaves run cold and dry   But it keeps me from swinging tree to tree   And sometimes I?m too scared to even try      Hashing through the possibilities   They seem as endless as the sky   You seek the truth and the quiet breeze   But the air is too thin to reply      Well, I know that?s where I?ll never be   ?Cause I can see the summer?s done   I try to let the river flow in and out of me   And pray I float the way I think I want   And pray I float at all      Distant notions of subtle residue   Cling to minds from our past   Tell us what is what and who made who   But time?s events move us too fast      Simple sentiments whisked away by anxious steel wool   Struggling to content ourselves with what we think best   That what makes happy of which we seem never full   Is actually more than plenty for it is already possessed      Well, I know that?s where I?ll never be   ?Cause I can see the summer?s done   I try to let the river flow in and out of me   And pray I float the way I think I want   And pray I float at all      Not much of this makes sense to me   River leaves run cold and dry   But it keeps me from swinging tree to tree   And sometimes I?m too scared to even try      Ultra confusion feigns clarity   Scattered delusions excuses destiny   It?s never exactly how it appears to be   It's too much for any of us to even try, try to see      Well, I know that?s where I?ll never be   ?Cause I can see the summer?s done   I try to let the river flow in and out of me   And pray I float the way I think I want   And pray I float at all