When the Well Runs Dry
There is a sacrifice you make with people along the way
When there is nowhere to run and nowhere to stay
And the wheels still move, they won't slow down
Even when they're spinnin' in the same soft ground
There's a tear in her eye 'cause she's known you too long
And she can't tell the singer from the wore out song
When the well runs dry there's nothing left to say
Just throw up your hands and wail all day
Everything is fine, you don't like it that way
Something has to die when the well runs dry
There was a dancer I used to give, by giving her cigarettes
She told me that I haven't quite hurt enough yet
So I let her do me wrong but not for very long
And I put her in the mirror and I put her in a song
When the well runs dry there's nothing left to say
Throw up your hands and wail all day
Everything's fine, you don't like it that way
And something has to die when the well runs dry
Silly little appetite, your will is getting weak
You let my mind get fattened up
Now I am quiet when I ain't suppose to speak
I speak up when I've had enough
A swinger we used to know let himself go
Played fifteen minutes of a sold out show
And everybody laughed in the aftermath
And he never came back, no he never came back
When the well runs dry there's nothing left to say
Throw up your hands and wail all day
Everything's fine but you don't like it that way
Something has to die when the well runs dry
When there is nowhere to run and nowhere to stay
And the wheels still move, they won't slow down
Even when they're spinnin' in the same soft ground
There's a tear in her eye 'cause she's known you too long
And she can't tell the singer from the wore out song
When the well runs dry there's nothing left to say
Just throw up your hands and wail all day
Everything is fine, you don't like it that way
Something has to die when the well runs dry
There was a dancer I used to give, by giving her cigarettes
She told me that I haven't quite hurt enough yet
So I let her do me wrong but not for very long
And I put her in the mirror and I put her in a song
When the well runs dry there's nothing left to say
Throw up your hands and wail all day
Everything's fine, you don't like it that way
And something has to die when the well runs dry
Silly little appetite, your will is getting weak
You let my mind get fattened up
Now I am quiet when I ain't suppose to speak
I speak up when I've had enough
A swinger we used to know let himself go
Played fifteen minutes of a sold out show
And everybody laughed in the aftermath
And he never came back, no he never came back
When the well runs dry there's nothing left to say
Throw up your hands and wail all day
Everything's fine but you don't like it that way
Something has to die when the well runs dry
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Writer(s): Jason Isbell
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