See the turning of the hands, hear the tolling of the bell,
When you cross the burning sand you'll find water in the well.
So you gave away your heart, you gave it all away.
Still you figured from the start, it might turn out that way.
You'll find water in the well, when all hope is lost,
And your tears are all gone,
You'll find water in the well.
When your perfect plan's not all that it could be,
Still you're doing all you can to find a remedy,
For the bruises to your pride, time is coming soon,
The time to stop the slide, dance to a different tune.
Hear the echo of the pain, recede into the night,
Though a memory remains, the urge you can defy.
Now the clouds have disappeared, the sun is shining through.
Your eyes are clear and white, a sky of golden blue.
When you cross the burning sand you'll find water in the well.
So you gave away your heart, you gave it all away.
Still you figured from the start, it might turn out that way.
You'll find water in the well, when all hope is lost,
And your tears are all gone,
You'll find water in the well.
When your perfect plan's not all that it could be,
Still you're doing all you can to find a remedy,
For the bruises to your pride, time is coming soon,
The time to stop the slide, dance to a different tune.
Hear the echo of the pain, recede into the night,
Though a memory remains, the urge you can defy.
Now the clouds have disappeared, the sun is shining through.
Your eyes are clear and white, a sky of golden blue.