Lyrics

Here it is again,,, this question upon the wind - The moment of wondering why I am
Why am I made to breathe? Why do I dream and feel and see?
What is this seed that’s growing within my hand?
Won’t the gardener call and help me to understand?

As I tramp through this mud almost touching the hand of whatever is love
I will drink from the water in the well
I will shine through my skin though I’m under the dirt of the places I’ve been
I’ll draw ink from the bottom of the well

If you chance to see me riding high upon the back of something beautiful and free
Know that the rain did wash me after all was said & done and I am happy in the tree
So you be happy standing on that ground for me - But for now...
I won’t crawl if I fall - I won’t be shattered like a wave against a wall
I won’t see a tragedy staring back from the water in the well
I have learned not to turn back into the thing I used to be
I move on in that song that was sung all over me - All over me

Come and meet a man who dared to take me by the hand
He told me of my life and all I’ve lived
He asked me for a drink - In turn He taught me how to think
So I could tell you about the water that He gives
The kind that really makes you wanna live

As I tramp through this mud almost touching the hand of whatever is love
I will drink from the water in the well
I will shine through my skin though I’m under the dirt of the places I’ve been
Still I’ll drink from the water in the well
I’ll draw ink from the bottom of this well
I will sing from the water in the well - I will shine from the bottom of the well
I will know that tomorrow will be well - As I drink from the water in the well