We either know or else we guess
Hope for more but none the less
Hold the door for the caress
Shut it tight before the mess

Hide-and-seek hoping to find
Clear as day dark as night
Find the reason in the rhyme
Still the creek is going to rise

We take both the highs and lows
Whichever way the warm wind blows
However fast the river flows
First is last within the soul

Love and light we draw the line
What is yours and what is mine
Always try to do what's right
Still the creek is going to rise

Show the mess for what it is
Pucker up the Judas lips
More of that and less of this
Nervousness before the kiss

Spreading out the winter Rye
Grass is greener on the other side
I've got yours and you've got mine
Still the creek is going to rise