Like the smoke that rises to the ceiling, Mona
I keep seeing the things I seen yesterday
Yet, the wheels keep turning, they keep turning, Mona
Things I am seeing, I just can't say

Like the sun that rises, I keep trying, Mona
To let everyone know that I won't give up
Yes, the water is dripping, can't you taste it, Mona
Lift up your head from that bitter cup

Oh, Mona, don't close the door
The fireman's coming and he's bringing more
Oh, Mona, the gardener's here
He's got loads of dirt, he can plant your hurt

Oh, Mona, the water is on
The water is a-boiling and it won't be long
Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long
Like the hole that's waiting in the future, Mona
It could already be filled when we get there

There's a hole that's waiting in the future, Mona
It could already be filled when we get there
It could already be filled when we get there
It could already be filled when we get there

Copyright: SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Writer(s): RICHIE HAVENS