Dig

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)