Lord I don't know which way I am going
Which way river gonna flow
It's just seems that upstream, I keep rowing

Still got such a long way to go
Still got such a long way to go


In that light, it's your eyes
I know, I swear, we'll find somewhere the streets are made of gold
But let's fly, split the sky,

But that's all right, sometimes, sunlight comes streaming through the holes

Oooohhh

Ooooohh