Lyrics

I prefer to move along with the speed of the current.
How long the trip might take you, you can never really know.
Will the waters rise, will you capsize? I got some room here in my boat.
Just know that it will take you where you need to go.

Where the sycamore trees, hold tight in the breeze,
the waters come creeping up close.
Where the plants reach down, hold together the ground,
do they know what they've chose?
When the next big flood carries away the mud
leaving tender roots exposed,
Do you think they'll say as they're washed away
"Oh, one last drink before we go"?

Well the water it does patiently seep, into fissure and breach,
slowly turning bolder into stone.
Polish pebble to sand over long enough span.
It'll take what it can. Rearranging the land as it goes.
Turning iron to rust. Creating life from the dust.
Quiet melody constantly flows.
I prefer to move along with the speed of the current.
Yeah I prefer to move along with the speed of the flow.

Where the sycamore trees, hold tight in the breeze,
the waters come creeping up close.
Where the plants reach down, hold together the ground,
do they know what they've chose?
When the next big flood carries away the mud
leaving tender roots exposed,
do you think they'll say as they're washed away
"Oh, one last drink before we go"?

Well the water it does patiently seep, into fissure and breach,
slowly turning bolder into stone.
Polish pebble to sand over long enough span.
It'll take what it can. Rearranging the land as it goes.
Turning iron to rust. Creating life from the dust.
Quiet melody constantly flows.
I prefer to move along with the speed of the current.
Yeah I prefer to move along with the speed of the flow.
I prefer to move along with the speed of the current.
Yeah I prefer to move along with the speed of the flow.