“Darlin’, stretch out your hand
Darlin,’ stretch out your hand. Do you feel that?
That’s water. Cool water. No — keep it there. It won’t go away. You’re all dried out, like a hay-straw doll — all dried out, just a lick of fire will burn you up till you’re nothin’ but ash.
No need to stand — sit here awhile. You’ve been walkin’ a long ways. What you runnin’ from
or were you lookin’ for
or none of these things. Aw, don’t matter, whatever it is. Just sit and feel the water. Stretch out your hand, darlin’ — it’s here. It ain’t goin’ away.”
And I made the mistake — I opened my eyes. The oasis was gone — just a little mirage. But it was good while it lasted.
I continue my walk through the grey land.
While it lasted, it was good.