Desert Rain

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