There is a sacrifice you make   With people along the way   When there is nowhere to run and nowhere to stay   And wheels still move,   They won't slow down.      Even when they spin'n in the same soft ground   There is a tear in her eye   'Cause she's known you too long   And she's can't tell the singer from the wore out song.      When the well runs dry,    There is nothing left to say   Throw up your hands and wail all day.   Everything is fine.    You don't like it that way.      Something has to die, When the well runs dry.      There was a dancer I used to give, by giving her cigarettes.   She told me that I haven't quite hurt enough yet   So I let her do me wrong, but not for very long   And I put her in the mirror and I put her in the song      When the well runs dry,    There is nothing left to say   Throw up your hands and wail all day.   Everything is fine.    You don't like it that way.      Something has to die, When the well runs dry.      Silly little appetite, your will is getting weak   You let my mind get fattened up   Now I am quiet when I ain't suppose to speak   But I speak up when I've had enough      Singer we used to know, let himself go   Played fifteen minutes of a sold out show,   Everybody laughed in the aftermath   And he never came back, no he never came back.      When the well runs dry,    There is nothing left to say   Throw up your hands and wail all day.   Everything is fine.    But, you don't like it that way.   Something has to die, When the well runs dry.