Going with the Flow

I’d go with the flow of money
all the way to the bank
And I’d go with the flow of honey
till my boat got sticky and sank

I’d go with the flow of moonbeams
as soon as I close my eyes
and follow my half-forgotten dreams
as the sun begins to rise

I’d love to be carried along on the tide
to the land where the bong-trees grow
But I have to know
where the flow is going
if I’m going to go with the flow