Lord I don't know which way I am going
Which way river gonna flow
It's just seems that upstream, I keep rowing
Still got such a long way to go, still got such a long way to go

Then that light, it's your eye
I move, I swim and found somewhere the streets are made of gold
But it's fly, split the skies
But that's all right, sometimes sunlight I'm streaming through the holes

Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh, ooh-ooh-ooh