[Verse 1] They built it so no hand's to blame A bucket and a drop of rain Water finds the lowest place Same as men who lose their grace [Verse 2] I killed for men who wore the badge Now the county calls it justice, not a debt they had Funny how the ones who paid me Won't come stand where I can see [Chorus] Let the water run the rope Let it climb up past my throat No one's hand, no one's sin Just the weight of where I've been Drop by drop the bucket fills Judge and God can split the bill [Verse 3] I built fences, I built graves Rode for men who owned the days Now I'm standing on the same trap door I priced for other men before [Bridge – spoken, low] Funny thing about a clock made of water — it don't hate you. It don't love you either. It just fills up. And when it's full… it lets go. [Chorus] Let the water run the rope Let it climb up past my throat No one's hand, no one's sin Just the weight of where I've been Drop by drop the bucket fills Judge and God can split the bill [Outro] (sound design: a single drip echoing, slowing, then one final drop, then silence, then the creak of wood) No one pulled it No one has to Water always finds its due
