I’m coming back to the well that nurtures my soul
Washing me pure with the water of love
Cleaning away all the dirt and the pain, quenching my thirst
Coming back to the, back to the, back to the well
The well that makes me whole

I’ve tasted the cocktails
Of pleasure and deceit
They all left me bitter
Just their promise was sweet
So I am searching, searching, searching
For the well that is deep

I’m coming back to the well …

I have no illusions
About where I’ve been
This desert is empty
No promised land here
Now I am thirsty thirsty thirsty
For the well that is real

I’m coming back to the well …

Leigh Harrison © APRA 2002