Through the Loop Lyrics

There is no rashly way of knowing
Which direction we are going

There is no knowing where we're rowing
Or on which way the river's flowing

Is it raining?
Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane blowing?

Not expect the light is showing
So the danger must be growing

Are the fires of hell glowing?

Is the grisly reaper mowing?

Yes! The danger must be growing
But the rowers keep on rowing

And they are certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!