Throw a rock in the river if you want,
but what good will it do.
Put a dam in her path,
but there are forces at work here
much bigger than you.
She’s got a vested interest
in the best for you
and a date with Destiny.
She’s taking you home,
making her way to the sea.
You reach out for something to hold,
something you will think will last–
someone’s love or some truth,
but it’s like grasping at youth;
it all goes rushing past.
At first it may seem cruel
living by this rule,
but she needs you to float free
because she’s taking you home,
making her way to the sea.
You can kick and scream,
but it’s only a dream.
And you are the dreamer–
so who will you blame?
Why do you resist
the waters on which your soul subsists
when your will and her will
are the same.
One of these days,
you’ll step out of your way,
relax and let go.
Feel the sun on your face
and the waves at your back
as you free fall into the flow.
And as you close your eyes,
I think you’ll realize
that you’re where you want to be.
And that she’s taking you home,
taking you home,
taking you home,
making her way to the sea.