There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where we’re going
Or which way the winds are blowing
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is the hurricane blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell glowing?
Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
YES! The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!
(Stop the boat.)