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

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Jason Isbell