It could make you a part of it, wet and cold just like it. It could fall on your face, keep fallin' in your mind, make you hear it all of the time. You're tryin' to see through it, you got to know what's comin', got to see where you're going. You want it to stop so you can clean your rifle off, get dry, but you know it ain't goin' nowhere. You got to keep going, wadin' through its mud and floodin' waters.
Some snake is floatin' by, going the other way.
It's wet, just like you. It's going where it doesn't want to go. Or maybe it's going home. You know you're not. God can sneak up on you anytime, then leave quickly.