I walked a dry creek bed praying for a blessing
But nothing new can happen that happened when I was younger
It may be new to you but I don’t think it’s new to me
I just feel I lived that life already so that’s for you to pray over

I once sailed across a lake in Europe surrounded by mountains
There was a storm brewing and I thought we had enough water
Now I’d take those winds home with me if it meant I’d have a drink
It’s twenty years later and if I never sail again I will still remember

When will the water rise again?
When will the tide sweep over the land?
When will we wash our sins away?
When will we take God’s hand?

Everything I ever touched felt or thought is ready for me now
To not accept the truth of my travels is patching holes in my shoe
I finally realized the answer was really just passing things on
If it comes to my mind somebody gave it to me to give to you

When will the water rise again?
When will the tide sweep over the land?
When will we wash our sins away?
When will we take God’s hand?

I could run away from all my troubles
In fact that’s exactly what I’ve been doing
Discovering the science of life was more important
I never knew that it was me that life was fooling

When will the water rise again?
When will the tide sweep over the land?
When will we wash our sins away?
When will we take God’s hand?