with backs all bent

to share a hope is not to share a road
all our desires end up in the same place
we will not reap just what we sowed
to share a hope is not to share a road

we cannot share the motive nor the load
nor can two persons be in the same space
to share a hope is not to share a road
all our desires end up in the same place

the choice we have is venture or disgrace
we aren't the ones to whom money is owed
it's hard to keep to one another's pace
the choice we have is venture or disgrace

the path back home we cannot simply trace
we can't recall the manner nor the mode
the choice we have is venture or disgrace
we aren't the ones to whom money is owed

we cannot know just where the river flowed
the monster always shows a smiling face
desire of happiness remains the finest goad
we cannot know just where the river flowed

there's evidence that it has rained and snowed
but summer wipes the remnants of such grace
we cannot know just where the river flowed
the monster always shows a smiling face