The Well

Lyrics

[Spoken: This one's called "The Well"] I could not work, so I threw a bottle into the woods And then I felt bad for the doe paw and the rabbit paw So I went looking for the pieces of the bottle that I threw All because I couldn't work I went deep, further than I could throw I came upon an old abandoned well All boarded over With a drip hanging from the bucket still Well, I watched that drip, but it would not drop I watched that drip, but it would not drop I knew what I had to do Had to pull those boards off the well When I got the boards off I stared into the black black black And you know I had to yell Just to get my voice back I guess everybody has their own thing That they yell into a well I gave it a couple o' hoots A 'hello' and a 'fuck all y'all' Hoot! Hoot! Hello? Fuck all y'all I guess everybody has their own thing That they yell into a well And as I stood like that Staring into the black black black I felt a cool, wet kiss On the back of my neck Dang! I knew if I stood up The drip would roll down my back into no man's land So I stayed like that Staring into the black black black Well, they say black is all colors at once So I gave it my red rage, my yellow streak The greenest parts of me and my blues And I knew just what I had to do I had to turn around and go back And let that drip roll down my back And I felt so bad I felt so bad about that But wouldn't you know? When I turned to go, another drip was forming On the bottom of the bucket And I felt so good about that