He's got an obsession by the hand,
humiliation on my hands.
Row by row they board the boat.
Praying into dreams they lay another coat.
He's got enemies going up, realities growing up.
Knowing what will carry us is a little mean.
Row by row gently down the stream. I go there. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/0-9/54_40/hes_got.html ]
