I of ten get to wondering if they care.
Care to be so tightly packed.
Care to be hemmed in front and back.
Care to be constantly surprised.
Are they looking for wa ter?
Do they want to retrace their track?
Do they care when you turn
Do they care which way they should go?
care if that's dust or snow
if that breeze was blowin' em
you can't see you can't think
and you gotta push em hard push
ahead to the next good drink
and in this chokin' stinkin'
I don't think they care keep em movin' there
Care for this constant nagging thirst
Care to be pushed and shoved around
And wishing they had found
Well you couldn't find much
It's so thick, it's so hot
Cause if they once go down they
they just lie and die and rot,
I gotta get em to wa ter,
gotta get em to water, water.