Whatever you think of this piece you have to thrill a little to the stonking E flat major chord towards the end. It may be the loudest thing on the disc! John's guitar and the French horns battle it out in the middle, but the falling whole-tone scale is finally victorious and drags us off into deeper waters.

Lyrics:
Sometimes I think of them now
Those honey-scented days
When sun's bright rays shone on my face
Then summer blazed through the trees
And softened by the shade
It filled that sylvan place
Float
Go with the flow
Not high not low
Before you go
Float
And live in hope
When judgement comes
It comes to save us all

Now all that's left is a sound
A hollow echoing
No faith no heart in what I make
And those bright things I once saw
Are shadowy
Dead leaves
Like dreams
Drift on the lake

Float
Go with the flow
Not high not low
Before you go
Float
And live in hope
When judgement comes
It comes to save us all