my soul is stored in my scent like swimming pools

Theres no earthly way of knowing

which direction we are going

Theres no knowing where we're rowing

Or which way the rivers flowing

Is it raining? Is it snowing?

Is a hurricane a blowing?

Not a speck of light is showing 

So the danger must be growing

By the fires of hell a glowing

Is the grizzly reaper mowing?

Yes! 

The danger must be growing

for the rowers keep on rowing

and their certainly not showing

any sign that they are slowing

Ahhhhh!