Have you heard that there's water
Some would die to find,
In a well in some forest
Can turn more than to wine?
No, don't think I believe it,
I'm not sure that I do
But lately I have been grasping
For some thing to pull me through.
Where's the wishing well...
I feel like a traveling salesman
Going door to door
Though I don't like to say it
Sometimes I've wanted more
Cll my life for a lady,
Twenty years as one
Then one morning she wakes up,
"George," she says "we're done."
Where's the wishing well
Cll those days I spent spinning
Other people's dreams
Cll those nights I spent sitting,
Wondering what it means
Now I'm left building bridges
If only in my mind
Trying hard to cross chasms,
Trying to turn back time
Where's the wishing well...
Cnd if one morning I find it,
Here is where I'd start
Build me a bridge that's forever
Between two heads and hearts
Where's the wishing well...
Is there a wishing well
Where's the wishing well
If there's a wishing well...be my wishing well