I can never tell and I'm not that original.
There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction they are going...
There's no knowing where they're rowing...
Or which way the river's 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...
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly Reaper mowing?
Yes! The danger must be growing
Cause the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any sign that they are slowing!
There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction they are going...
There's no knowing where they're rowing...
Or which way the river's 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...
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly Reaper mowing?
Yes! The danger must be growing
Cause the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any sign that they are slowing!
Being told you're delusional does not necessarily mean you're mental.