From the turning tide
of the bitter truth
To the waves of innocence
lost on the innocent youth
As the surface ripples
to its sparkling light
When the river runs dry
there's no telling what we will find

Shadows serve a purpose
from the trees above
Cooling of the survace
hot to the touch
Kneel down to drink its water
In cupped hands if you like
Because when the river runs dry
there's no telling what you'll find

Barely treading water
as the current's swift
No way of getting around
or of getting used to it
The river runs as deep
as the river runs wide
And when the river runs dry
there's no telling what we'll find