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.

~ "There's a Hole in the Future," Richie Havens