The Well
Words and Music by Eric Kampman
Only performed one time in Santa Cruz, CA
Come to the commons, everyone
And drink your fill from the well
Water clear, not sour nor sweet
In the center all things meet
Even heaven, even hell
While we wait here in line,
To understand the divine
Trapped in mind's vanity
The rope they used for hanging
Is now tied to a wooden pail
Many bodies were cut free, in the final liberty
Hear the tolling of the bell
Soft lies and hard honesty
Somehow look the same to me
One caged bird and one flying free
In truth it's not your truth
In time it's not your steps that lead you here
Hear the calling of the moon
Feel you breaking the cocoon
First you're far and then you're near
Look for the thing you can't find
Seeing with eyes makes you blind
You know you're out of your mind
Copyright © 1992 Big Balloon Music
