I see double up ahead 
Where the riverboat swayed beneath the sun 
Is where the [bad word] red 
Like a King who stalks the wings and shoots a dove 
And frees an eagle instead 
It's more or less the same as the things that you said

 I see trouble up the road 
Like the things you found in love are by the way 
And like to cheat on your soul 
Like the best and worst of thoughts that lose control 
Before you lie on your bed

 It's more or less the same as the things that you said 
Anyway for all the things you know tell me why does the river not flow 
Anyway for all the things you said tell me why does the [bad word] red 
Anyway for all the things you've seen tell me when will the [bad word] green 
And anyway for all the things you know tell me why does the river not flow

 It's more or less the things you fail to say in your way that's your trouble 
Like a King who stalks the wings and shoots the moon and the stars 
And his double 
It's more or less the same as the things that you said 
I see trouble up ahead 
Where the river boat swayed beneath the sun 
Is where the [bad word] red 
I see double - that's my trouble