Pools and Streams

I've been thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
And I don't know what it brings.

When I'm thinkin' 'bout tomorrow,

How could I know what it brings?
Seems like every road I follow

Keeps heading to the same old stream.

Streams of wind could scream and howl;
Cover up the tracks I leave.
Streams of wind will scream and howl,
Hiding any trace of me.

All the places that I've been to
Are nowhere that she'd wanna be.

All the pools and streams are shallow;
The world's full of hollow things.
Well the pools and streams are shallow;
This world's full of hollow things.

When they cast their heavy shadows,
Would you realize what they might bring?