I look into the wishing well. I wish. I… well.
I well with feeling, and I wish and I tell.
What is wrong with you?
You stupid well…
I toss’d yer your coin. A half-dollar to be sure.
“Hulllllllllllo? Well can you hear me?
I’ve got patience, I’ll endure.
How deep are you, Well, how much time for my wish?
Is what I’m wishing just wrong; just say so I’ll switch.
You see, Well, I have lost some things, I’m most certain they’re lost.
I’m quite certain, Well, we’re curtains; I’ve been double-crossed.
Give me something now, Well, I’ve paid my fare double.
Was I really that bad? Was I really much trouble?
Say, Well, can’t you see by the dawns early light?
I’d say, say can’t you see I could really use sleep tonight.
Well, if that’s how you be then I guess that’s how you roll.
Well, it’s just how it is, so I guess now I’ll go.
Last question, final question, I am in need of some advice.
I keep yelling into this well, welling, “What’s the cost for my Price?”
The well looks back at me, it’s coffee eye just reflecting
“Answer me, Well,” I yell, my throat knots with inflection.
How silly I feel for acting so dumb.
For wishing in a well, hoping my wishes become.
You can wish things were different; you could wish things were better.
But taking action chain reactions, and my wishes are filled down to the letter.
Now you get it, the Well whispered, there’s certain things you can’t have back.
Some were your fault but others your fault lacked.
The Price that you wish for, wished at this well to be certain.
He wished he was well, he said his insides were hurting.
He wished and he wished like you do today.
But he was scared to keep working, feeling broken in every way.
So he wished without working, and wished without action.
He wanted his wishes to fix him but never found traction.
He slipped and he fell and he clawed and he panicked.
And he slipped on a slipknot and mis-stepped a mistake gigantic.
Don’t be so hard on yourself for these things you can’t change.
If I had a penny for every wish I’d do well, ’cause this Well makes it rain.
If you fall, and you will, dust yourself and try again.
A wish without work, is a wish with no end.
Sometimes you might get it, other times you might fail.
But if you keep working your wishes, the most important will prevail.
Move along, little boy, now there seems formed a line.
I’m sorry, but I can’t grant that one wish in your mind.
