Water there is in all that flow,
coke and bourbon and, hey you know,
we all will prosper from all that grain,
that is something that is insane.

But that is just like life itself,
changing and swifting and running around,
refusing to make itself be bound.
One element out of four...or is it five?
All we must strife to get a sip from its hive.

Rich or poor it does not care,
for those who are thirsty the resource is rare.
A drop in the ocean is still a drop,
the ocean is there 'cause it refused to stop.

It flows in every office, it flows in every dorm.
But neverless it always returns to its purest form.