I be on this Q ride like…
"There's no earthly way of knowing — Which direction we are going — There's no knowing where we're rowing — Or which way the river's flowing — Is it raining? — Is it snowing? — Is a hurricane a-blowing? — Not a speck of light is showing — So the danger must be growing — Are the fires of hell a-glowing? — Is the grisly reaper mowing? — Yes, the danger must be growing — 'Cause the rowers keep on rowing! — And they're certainly not showing!! — ANY SIGNS THAT THEY ARE SLO——WING!!!!"