See the bread, see the wine   See the graft into the vine   This is what is to be   It always made sense to me      Send us a shot of love   Across the mountain to the sea   From the poles of north and south   Wherever we may be      Sometimes my cup is empty   My wish that it stay full   'Cause I am always thirsty   I can't get enough of you      There is nowhere else to go   There is nothing else to do   There is nowhere else to turn   The first and last is you      Oh, I hear the music   Oh, I need a brand new song