Bb  |  Bb   |B       |C#    B C# B

Bb                       B                 C#   B   C# B
The desert stretches across the endless piles of sand
Bb                   B                   C#   B   C# B
And the compass spins round, lodged somewhere in my hand
C#                      Bb              B                    C#
And while I'm searching through my soul I found at last a waterhole

Bb                       B                 C#   B   C# B
While I'm wading through bureaucratic piles of waste
Bb                   B                   C#   B   C# B
Your putrid smell leaves a sweet distaste
C#                      Bb              B                     C#
And while I'm searching through my soul I found at last a waterhole

Bb                   B                   C#   B   C# B
The concrete towers         erect jungle
Bb                   B                   C#   B   C# B
Smashed up                    old park bench
Bb                   B                   C#   B   C# B
The monuments              of sweeter days
Bb                   B                   C#   B   C# B
Upon them where your    children play
Bb                   B                   C#   B   C# B
Your children move,         they're puppets now
Bb                   B                   C#   B   C# B
Destroying all your           sacred cows
C#                      Bb              B                       C#
And while I'm searching through my soul I found at last a waterhole