| A thousand rivers flowing further every day. | |
| Each it's own direction; carry me away. | |
| Lost beneath the current; muscle skin and bone. | |
| A thousand little pieces floating on their own. | |
| Parts were seen a-drifting through valleys deep and wide. | |
| Others through the meadows and some they couldn't find. | |
| Of all my lonely pieces, the only one I knew; | |
| this broken little heart of mine, was floating back to you. |