Row - Rheostatics

All the clouds get together and watch

All the trees gather around us

And grow up together and watch

A stream, a succession, a parade

Of fists before teeth

Before eyes and ideas are made

… But the eyes that are burrowed are weak

It’s the ones that can’t see

Are the ones who will know I am weak

While the fighting gets done

Nothing gets won

And it is my nature to fight

Whatever I’ve said is a challenge

And it must be denied

But it’s easy to see no one wins

If someone had won, we’d have heard long ago

No one wins

While the fighting gets done

Nothing ever gets won

All in a row

We will go

Now there’s nothing more to do

Whatever I say

I hear it fade away

All the clouds get together and cry

All the trees in the wind wave good-bye

Bye, bye.

All in a row