When The Well Runs Dry Lyrics - The Fine Print - Drive By Truckers

There's a sacrifice you make 

There are people along the way 

When there's nowhere to run and there's nowhere to stay 

And the wheels still move 

But won't slow down 

Even when you're spinning in the same soft ground 

And there's a tear in her eye 

Because she's known you too long 

And she can't tell the singer from the whorehouse song 

When the well runs dry 

There's nothing left to say 

Just throw up your hands and wail all day 

And everything's fair 

And you don't like it that way 

Something has to die 

When the well runs dry 

There's a dancer I used to get 

By giving her cigarettes 

She told me that I hadn't quite hurt enough yet 

So I let her do me wrong 

But not for very long 

Then I put her in the mirror and I put her in a song 

When the well runs dry 

There's nothing left to say 

Throw up your hands and wail all day 

And everything's fair 

And you don't like it that way 

Something has to die 

When the well runs dry 

Sitting here at the top your will is getting weak 

You let my mind get fattened up 

Now I'm quiet and I ain't supposed to speak 

I'll speak up when I've had enough 

A singer we used to know 

He let himself go 

Played 15 minutes of a sold out show 

And everybody laughed 

In the aftermath 

And he never came back 

No he never came back 

When the well runs dry 

There's nothing left to say 

Throw up your hands and wail all day 

And everything's fair 

And you don't like it that way 

Something has to die 

When the well runs dry