Bring Water - Deb Talan

Sometimes when the well is empty

I go walking down all the old roads

In the life of love and plenty

Still, I feel the orphan call inside of me…

Bring water, bring water, bring water

Something’s on fire

Bring water, bring water, bring water

Oh, must be my heart

I read the letters that she sent me

See my photographs

Remembering the ones I threw away

When there’s no harbor in my body

No respite, boats are burning out at sea…

Oh lift me up

Oh welcome flood

River is rising

Oh lift me up

Can’t take much more

Carry me past any open door

So everyone can see

Where I go, flames are sure to follow…

Bring water