The Well (Wait For The Rain) by David Berkeley
Now everyone’s waiting for all this to change,
A savior to come or a great tidal wave.
Just off the horizon, âit’s coming,â they say.
They watch for a sign, they wait for the rain.
Still going and going, and isn’t it strange,
That one day we fall and one day we pay.
One day we fall, and one day we pay.
I been trying to hold on to something that lasts,
Something with roots, or tied to some mast.
Cause we will all wake up our face to the glass
And wonder how it went by so fast.
All of the questions, too old to ask,
And what will we learn when all is this is past.
Now everyone’s fighting to not say farewell,
Beckoned to buy and beckoned to sell.
And maybe there’s someone out ringing some bell.
I can’t hear the sound from all the yells.
Louder and faster, it’s harder to tell,
When the water’s all gone, gone from the well.