Happy Frappy (Live)

Not much of this makes sense to me. The river leaves run cold and dry. But it keeps me from swinging tree to tree, And sometimes I'm too scared to even try. Passing through the possibilities. They seem as endless as the sky. You seek the truth in quiet breeze, But the air is too thin to rely. Well, I know that's where I'll never be, 'cause I can see the summer's done. I'll try let the river flow in and out Of me, And pray I float the way I think I Want. And pray I float at all. Distant notions of subtle residue Cling to my eyes from our past. Tell us what is what and who made who, But time's mask, move us too fast. Simple sentiments whisked away by inches still worn. Struggling to content ourselves with what we think Best. That what makes us happy, which we seem never Full. Just asking more than plenty, For it's already possessed. Well, I know that's where I'll never be, 'cause I can see the summer's done. I'll try to let the river flow in and Out of me, And pray I float the way I think I Want. And pray I float at all. Not much of this makes sense to me. The river leaves run cold and dry. But it keeps me from swinging tree to tree, And sometimes I'm too scared to even try. All too confusion feigns clarity. Scarred with delusions, excuses destiny. It's never exactly how it appears to be. It's too much for any of us to even Try, try to see. Well, I know that's where I'll never be, 'cause I can see the summer's done. I'll try to let the river flow in and Out of me, And pray I float the way I think I Want. And pray I float at all.