faster, faster...

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. 

By the fires of hell a-glowing.

Is the grizzly reaper mowing?

Yes! The danger must be growing!

For the rowers keep on rowing!

And they're certainly not showing, 

any signs that they are slowing.