on the riverbed

some say that waiting does not kill
others that death's a faulty meme
they do not pay the butcher's bill
nor see harsh ending of sweet dream
theirs is the overpowering will
and natural right to the sunbeam
they just command that we be still
while they unhurried make their scheme

on the riverbed

some say that waiting does not kill
others that death's a faulty meme
they do not pay the butcher's bill
nor see harsh ending of sweet dream
theirs is the overpowering will
and natural right to the sunbeam
they just command that we be still
while they unhurried make their scheme

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

losing the plot

we've lost the plot and have to fail
our lives are measured out in drops
the signals that we get are stale
we've lost the plot and have to fail

it's certain we'll all be on sale
as counting no more than the props
we've lost the plot and have to fail
our lives are measured out in drops

and yet our lives are total flops
we've still got water in the pail
we'll calm the guardians with sops
and yet our lives are total flops

the signal we get never stops
against the fact we always rail
and yet our lives are total flops
we've still got water in the pail

the human fate female or male
is one that never truly stops
it's more than just a case of scale
the human fate female or male

so what our hopes are dull and pale
no rain has come to wake the crops
the human fate female or male
is one that never truly stops