Emily Hurd: SONGS

Well, well, I dug you a well. Deep enough so you could help
Yourself to buckets of hope.
But you done found another source. And that will get you round, of course.
But the funny thing about love left alone is you don’t know it’s gone til it’s dry as a bone.

Sun, sun, I made you the one. I gave you heat, enough so you’d come
Back home to me every night.
But you done found another source. And that will get you round, of course.
But the funny thing about love left alone is you don’t know it’s gone til it’s dark as a crow.

BRIDGE

I could dole out all my soul until I’ve none myself.
And I’d still implore you to take more if I thought it might help.
But you don’t need the things from me that I require of you.
So I’m giving up on giving love until I get it too.

Time, time, I gave you all mine. To have and to hold, should you find
You’d like to have what I got.
But you done found another source. And that will get you round, of course.
But the funny thing about love left alone is you don’t know it’s gone til it’s hard as a stone.

BRIDGE

Road, road, I built us a road. Long enough so that we could know
Ourselves through a love that could last.
But you done found another source. And she will get you round, of course.
But it’s funny that you could love her so fast that you won’t know I’ve gone til I’ve already past


Written by Emily Hurd