You don’t have to believe.  It don’t have to be true.

We can argue the difference between who we are and what we do.

While this moment is breathing us in, like a sweet perfume,

Or we can just turn and walk away.

You don’t have to agree, and I don’t have to prove.

Anything I hold for myself to be true.

While this moment is breathing me in like a sweet perfume,

You can just turn and walk away. 

Our choices make us like the river shapes the land.

We float along until we need a place to stand.

The ground is willing, or too hard to give in.

But the river… The river tries again. 

We don’t have to pretend, and we don’t have to lose.

We could stand right here, face to face, until we choose.

While this moment is breathing us in like a sweet perfume,

Or we can just turn and walk away.

Our choices make us like the river shapes the land.

We float along until we need a place to stand.

The ground is willing, or too hard to give in.

But the river… The river tries again (and again, and again…)

You don’t have to agree, and I don’t have to prove.

Anything I hold for myself to be true.

While this moment is breathing me in like a sweet perfume,

You can just turn and walk away. 

…You can just turn and walk away. 

…We can just turn and walk away.