Carry the Water

If you wanna bear the burden of bad news

If you wanna try and break all the bad habits

If you wanna let go of that gun in your hand

If you wanna know the hollers of the wasteland

Make yourself low, buy you a lantern

So you can wrestle with the angels while you're still bleeding

Carry the water, listen to the melodies

Make yourself a lover of the mysteries

The prophets, the mystics, and the circus freaks

Carry a truth that the rest can't see

They know the power of a storyline

They might know how to bury the devil inside

Make yourself low, buy you a lantern

So you can wrestle with the angels while you're still bleeding

Carry the water, listen to the melodies

Make yourself a lover of the mysteries

When the wounds won't heal, and the levees start to break

And the shadow of the valley of death falls, and we're all losing faith

When your head's in the lion's mouth, and you'll never be the same

You'll never be the same

Make yourself low, buy you a lantern

So you can wrestle with the angels while you're still bleeding

Carry the water, listen to the melodies

Make yourself a lover of the mysteries