Croassroads

There's no earthly way of knowing which direction they are going... 

There's no knowing where they'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... 

Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?

Is the grisly Reaper mowing?

The danger must be growing

'Cause the rowers keep on rowing

And they're certainly not showing any sign that they are slowing!