I know a thing or two
About broken wells
Consequence
Of a broken heart
Quenching their thirst
I know a thing or two
About the broken-hearted
Drawing and drawing,
The well, almost bare.
And when broken, none seems to care
I know a thing or two
About these two, broken well, broken heart
But I wish I had earlier known
That one would leave
Right after the mend and quench
