The Well

[Spoken: This one's called "The Well"]

I could not work, so I threw a bottle into the woods

And then I felt bad for the doe paw and the rabbit paw

So I went looking for the pieces of the bottle that I threw

All because I couldn't work

I went deep, further than I could throw

I came upon an old abandoned well

All boarded over

With a drip hanging from the bucket still

Well, I watched that drip, but it would not drop

I watched that drip, but it would not drop

I knew what I had to do

Had to pull those boards off the well

When I got the boards off

I stared into the black black black

And you know I had to yell

Just to get my voice back

I guess everybody has their own thing

That they yell into a well

I gave it a couple o' hoots

A 'hello' and a 'fuck all y'all'

Hoot!

Hoot!

Hello?

Fuck all y'all

I guess everybody has their own thing

That they yell into a well

And as I stood like that

Staring into the black black black

I felt a cool, wet kiss

On the back of my neck

Dang! I knew if I stood up

The drip would roll down my back into no man's land

So I stayed like that

Staring into the black black black

Well, they say black is all colors at once

So I gave it my red rage, my yellow streak

The greenest parts of me and my blues

And I knew just what I had to do

I had to turn around and go back

And let that drip roll down my back

And I felt so bad

I felt so bad about that

But wouldn't you know?

When I turned to go, another drip was forming

On the bottom of the bucket

And I felt so good about that