(David Byrne, Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison, and Tina Weymouth)
All day I’ve faced a barren waste
Without the taste of water, cool water.
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry,
And souls that cry for water.
Cool, clear water.
The nights are cool and I’m a fool
Each star’s a pool of water.
And with the dawn I’ll wake and yawn
And carry on to water; cool, clear water.
Keep a-moving, Dan, don’t you listen to him, Dan,
He’s a devil, not a man,
And he spreads the burning sand with water.
Dan, can you see that big, green tree?
Where the water’s running free
And it’s waiting there for you and me?
Water; cool, clear water.
The shadows sway and seem to say,
“Tonight we pray for water,
And way up there, He’ll hear our prayer
And show us where
There’s water. Cool, clear water!