Lyrics
Well, well, I dug you a well, deep enough so that you could help
Yourself to buckets of hope.
But you done found another source, and that’ll get you round, of course.
But the funny thing about love left alone is you don’t know it’s gone until it’s dry as a bone.
Sun, sun, I made you the one, and I gave you heat, enough so you’d come
Back home to me every night.
But you done found another source, and that’ll get you round, of course.
But the funny thing about love left alone is you don’t know it’s gone until it’s dark as a crow.
I could dole out all my soul until I’ve none myself.
And I’d still implore you to take more if I thought it might help,
But you don’t need the things from me that I require of you.
So I’m giving up on giving love until I get it too.
Time, time, I gave you all mine to have and to hold, should you find
That you’d like to have what I got.
But you done found another source, and that’ll get you round, of course.
But the funny thing about love left alone is you don’t know it’s gone until it’s hard as a stone.
Road, road, I built us a road, long enough so that we could know
Ourselves through a love that could last.
But you done found another source, and that’ll get you round, of course.
You done found another source, and she will get you round, of course.
But it’s funny how you could love her so fast, and you won’t know I’ve gone until I’ve already passed.