Branches

We're branches in a stream We keep flowing, flowing Going, going nowhere Hypnotising We keep throwing, throwing Knowing, knowing nothing Branches don't fall far from the tree But boy, do they have means of their own Just like a wandering gnome Like a rolling stone We're branches in a stream There's nothing that we need Life heats so slow you hardly notice Something started boiling And now we're past the point Of mindless noise Without roots, we're part Of something larger Free to stay or go, without a lover Moving fast or slow, it doesn't matter We will grow and grow And grow and grow Branches don't fall far from the tree But boy, do they have means of their own Just like a wandering gnome Like a rolling stone We're branches in a stream