"Well of Inspiration"
lyrics and music by Benjamin Newman

/ Em D Em D / Em D C B7 / 1st / C D B7 - /

My friend and I went fishing at the well of inspiration.
We dropped our fishing poles in, so we both went diving down.
My buddy was so buoyant he could barely get his face in,
But I'm the kind of fellow who could drown!

I opened up my eyes and saw two fishing poles a-lying
By what seemed to be the entrance of a cavern gaping wide.
It sang to me of searching and I thought that I was dying,
Then the current came and carried me inside...

	/ CD Em CD Em / C - B7 - / 1st / C D EmD Em /

	What're ya gonna do, whaddya hope to see?
	Dream yourself to heaven, or to hell?
	When're ya gonna sing the songs that set you free?
	When're ya gonna dive into the well?

I came out of the cavern in a grotto by the breakers,
Swimming down up to the surface 'cause I thought that down was up;
An entire ocean waiting for the inspiration-takers
Who complain there's not enough to fill a cup!

By then the sun was setting on that sea of inspiration,
And I saw a shadow slither dark against the shining disc;
And at last I thought to wonder if this bard's initiation
Might not be without an element of risk...

	What're ya gonna do, whaddya hope to see...?

As quick as caution counseled I swam back where I had entered,
On my tongue the merest morsel of what I had hoped to learn;
But I won't let fear restrain me in the face of an adventure --
I'm preparing for the day when I'll return!

And when you set out sailing on that wide internal ocean,
Will you cling to your conviction that the water's crystal clear?
Or will it be as murky as Medea's poison potion?
What Leviathans are lurking in the shadows of your fears?

	What're ya gonna do, whaddya hope to see...?