I watch closely as the stream pulls all my troubles away.
They can't seem to leave fast enough, no matter how much I need them too.

I've seen this before, each time a different color.
Some clear, some yellow, but always leaving.

Never do the troubles try to swim up river,
No they know to let the river take them around the world first.

After I've watched the spectacular event
I think to myself how much better I feel.

I take a deep breath and look at the world in a different view.
You would too, and you probably do,

After you zip up your fly and hear the whoosh!
The whoosh of your troubles being washed away!