Our lives are the rivers that flow to the sea
Death is the one certainty
Time watches onwards, life flashes forwards
Snatches a window-frame scenery

Lost in nights and the days are gonna number themselves
One hundred, one hundred and one
Lost in life like a maze
And you wonder how lonely you’ve become

Chorus:
Oh, how many chances will you take?
How many rivers will you know?
Oh, how many changes will you make?
How many times will you let go?

Steady progression of concentric circles
Moving is backwards or never at all
And the very lens, like a story, has two sides
And one side is big and the other is small

Lost in nights and the days are gonna number themselves
Two hundred, two hundred and one
Lost in life like a maze
Don’t you wonder how lonely you’ve become

Chorus:
Oh, how many chances will you take?
How many rivers will you know?
Oh, how many changes will you make?
How many times will you let go?

Ebbing and flowing and going so nowhere
That sometimes you cannot do anything right
Waxing and waning and changing and staying
You never step into the same river twice

Lost in nights, oh the days are gonna number themselves
One thousand, one thousand and one
Lost in life like a maze
Don’t you wonder how lonely you’ve become

Chorus:
Oh, how many chances will you take?
How many rivers will you know?
Oh, how many changes will you make?
How many times will you let go?

Ebbing and flowing and going so nowhere
That sometimes you cannot do anything right
Waxing and waning and changing and staying
You never step into the same river twice