Please help me

Identify the song lyrics (possibly misquoted by my internal radio):

'Near a tree by the river there's a hole in the ground and the same kind of ?passion goes around and around, da da der da da da da there's a wrong and a right da da der da da da da in the middle of the night, I will never ever fight over you'

(Yes, I already thought of asking Google. It didn't know.)

I'm free

Well, not entirely. The dense, intricate novel which has had me in its clutches through every free minute of the last week, forcing me to cancel almost all of my social engagements, has relented a little. The class on it was this morning, so I have a little more freedom to read the remaining 40 pages. Not that much freedom, you understand. I still have to write an essay on it at Badgercon, and catch up on the reading I missed while I was in France. Holidays? I'm not allowed holidays. I work longer hours to make up for time spent in classes, thus losing out on valuable non-specific-relaxation, and I cancel social engagements to read books and write essays, thus losing out on valuable specific relaxation. chrestomancy, I'm beginning to revise my opinion of your comments from 'he's exaggerating to scare me' to 'he might have been telling the truth' ;-)

Oh, and I have a game (OK, half a game) to write. I know it shouldn't feel like work, since it's fun, and I want to do it, but it's somehow filed in the same box as the papers I still have to proof-read before the end of the week, the reading I have to do and the essay I have to write. Three years till I get my life back.