There’s no supply
but the demand’s sky-high
How can you satisfy
when the well’s run dry?
…
My lips are parched
my back is arched
it’s hard to jumpstart
this dusty heart
…
So I pray for rain
a hurricane
to wash away
a desert of pain
And I’ll stand in the storm as the heavens pour
I’m no longer thirsty, my cup runneth o’er
“You say you’ll give me a river in a time of dryness.”
“Feel the rain on your skin…”
