In The Rapids

Moving down the water
John is drifting out of sight
It’s only at the turning point
That you find out how you fight
In the cold, feel the cold all around
And the rush of crashing water
Surrounds me with its sound
Striking out to reach you
I can’t get through to the other side
When you’re racing in the rapids
There’s only one way that’s to ride
Taken down, taken down by the undertow
And I’m spiraled down the river bed
My fire is burning low
Catching hold of the rock that’s firm
I’m waiting for John to be carried past
We hold together, hold together and shoot the rapids fast
When the waters slow down
The dark and the deep
Have no one, no one, no one, no one
No one left to keep
Hang on John, we’re out of this at last
Somethings changed that’s not your face
It’s mine, it’s mine