Where is that mythical oasis?
I've lost track of how many days I've wasted
Gasping for water and shovelling sand
In the blistering sun with my blistering hands
And I swear I've never been this thirsty before
I've tried to dig a thousand wells
But they all ran dry
Another day, and a worn out spade
And I'm still dissatisfied
If you find the river, would you fill a cup for me?
Don't think I'll ever give up hoping
Spent til I'm broke and still I'm broken
I'm digging and digging and digging my holes
Losing day after day to my stubborn resolve
And I'm not sure but it seems that I'm further away now than ever before
Oh, Is this all I'll ever know?
Or does the violent desperation
Lead to where the waters flow?
If you find the river, would you fill a cup for me?
I stop for a second and lift my eyes
And there's a cloud on the horizon
And it's blowing over this way
My hope comes riding on the storm
And sweet relief like rushing torrents
Washing wounds in the desert rain