Verse 1 The map you handed me was worn, said "Promised Land" But the ground is cracked and the riverbed is nothing but sand They say the water we drink today, yeah, it was dug out long ago But I'm standing in a dry season, seeds I planted will not grow I can feel a bit of wilderness in this city's heart A hollow space where the hope stopped right before it starts Pre-Chorus And when the things get dry, I hear the voice inside my head "Don't doubt the promise," the ancient wisdom said You gotta push past the shadow, the stone that's in the way You're gonna find what you're looking for, maybe not today Chorus Gonna DIG, down into the dirt Gonna DIG, to forget the hurt (Oh, SPRING UP, O WELL!) There is a well in every single wilderness Yeah, the water's waiting, right beneath the mess The well is what we dug, and the water is what we find There's power in the singing while we're leaving the doubt behind! (Music maintains energy, slightly less dense) Verse 2 Tried to find my footing, laid my tent and set my stake But the herders came with all their noise, the ground began to shake They fought me for the first one, yeah, they named it "Dispute" They fought me for the second, the fruit of all my loot But I packed up the tent, I learned to move on from the fight 'Cause my flourishing future is on the other side of "goodbye" Pre-Chorus And when the things get dry, I hear the voice inside my head "Don't doubt the promise," the ancient wisdom said You gotta push past the shadow, the stone that's in the way You're gonna find what you're looking for, maybe not today Chorus Gonna DIG, down into the dirt Gonna DIG, to forget the hurt (Oh, SPRING UP, O WELL!) There is a well in every single wilderness Yeah, the water's waiting, right beneath the mess The well is what we dug, and the water is what we find There's power in the singing while we're leaving the doubt behind! (Musical Bridge - builds with drums and layered vocals) We gotta reopen the channels, the ones they stopped up with sand Reclaim the laughter, yeah, reclaim what's in your hand The things that hurt you, the scars that won't erase Yeah, your wound became the well that saved this thirsty place! (Look around! The fields are ripe for harvest!) Guitar Solo / Instrumental Break (Short, melodic, and impactful, ending with a cymbal crash leading back to the chorus) Chorus Gonna DIG, down into the dirt Gonna DIG, to forget the hurt (Oh, SPRING UP, O WELL!) There is a well in every single wilderness Yeah, the water's waiting, right beneath the mess The well is what we dug, and the water is what we find There's power in the singing while we're leaving the doubt behind! (Outro - fades out on the central guitar riff with repeated, echoed vocals) Dig... Dig... Spring up, O well! Dig... (Final, sharp chord)