Wrong Well, Wrong Water

[Verse 1] I've been running every Monday Toward a Friday that won't stay Trading hours for a title That gets smaller every day There's a dignity in working There's a purpose in a wage But I keep trying to make a living Do the work of saving grace [Chorus] Wrong well, wrong water Still thirsty after all I built a palace round a puddle And watched its kingdom fall You can't make the water living By lining that well with gold Wrong well, wrong water It can't satisfy my soul [Verse 2] The ancient king had gold and glory Every pleasure he could name He tried wisdom, work, and riches Every road that promised gain But after all his grand accomplishments One truth came rolling in You can fill your hands with everything And still be chasing wind [Chorus] Wrong well, wrong water Still thirsty after all I built a palace round a puddle And watched its kingdom fall You can't make the water living By lining that well with gold Wrong well, wrong water It can't satisfy my soul [Verse 3] It's hard to call it worthless When you've paid with half your life So you polish it and praise it And swear the price was right But the cost of something isn't What that something's truly worth And even kings with crowns of gold Can't buy away their thirst [Chorus] Wrong well, wrong water Still thirsty after all I built a palace round a puddle And watched its kingdom fall You can't make the water living By lining that well with gold Wrong well, wrong water It can't satisfy my soul [Bridge: Building with conviction] At a well in old Samaria Jesus met a thirsty soul Said, "The water I can give you Is a spring that won't run low" She left her jar behind her And went running through the town Jesus is the living water I'm laying my bucket down [Instrumental: Electric guitar and Hammond organ trade melodic phrases, then drop to piano] [Verse 4] I still get up and go to work Still take joy in honest pay But I won't crown a passing thing And give my life away Now I know what gold can't purchase And what glory can't provide I found the One who knows my thirst And never leaves me dry [Final Chorus: Full, uplifting] Wrong well, wrong water I was thirsty after all I built a palace round a puddle And watched its kingdom fall You can't make the water living By lining that well with gold Jesus, You're the living water And You've satisfied my soul [Outro: Playful confidence, strong finish] No more gilding empty wells No more bidding on the wind Lay the bucket down Let the living water in