"Thanks for all your patience" You mean leaving me in the dark? You weren't busy, you were sleeping on my heart What's a month for trying? I've been there a million times What's for baby crying? I've been her a million times I am the prophet turning water into wine And if all that came from my lips Was spoken with contempt, How could we ever become such good friends? I could see you asking for help; I could see me saying that I haven't got the time You'll call me over when you want Water turned to wine I'm just a woman - not your holy, heroin muse No fame, no money, no beauty could save you I don't think there's a savior in man; Not even in god People always will what they want to Don't be fooled - it's water; it's not wine But if I could will what I wanted, I'd take back my time I am the prophet turning water into wine