This Wishing Well

Lately it seems time’s been talking to me • It’s getting so expensive when it used to be free • So I’m spending with care on what I feel is true • And more and more I find that when I play I’m keeping time with you

CHORUS • Well I’m standing here in the big cornfield • Oh the reaper’s coming and I’m bound to yield • It’ll cut me down like a wind from hell • And all I want is just one more drink from this wishing well

Sometimes I feel sad and only see the storm  All my troubles fall upon me in an ugly swarm • But then I hear that song or I see that smile • And all my life becomes an open place where we can dance a while

CHORUS

This wishing well, this wishing well  It’s like drinking sunshine from a golden shell • I’m gonna feel this joy and chase that thrill • And while I’m here I’m going to live this life and drink my fill

I don’t wish for beauty, I don’t wish for fame  I ain’t in it for money or some power game • Nothing gets me higher than you next to me • I guess I wish for just a little more time in sweet company

CHORUS

All I want is just one last drink from this wishing well

© Zen Greenway

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It’s obvious that when the apocalypse comes, I will be one of the weak people. I will have no spin kicks with which to defend myself. I will have only the magic of my words and my understanding to protect me. I will be meat for the beast. (Unless I can engage him in conversation.) And I am fine with that. If my death at monstrous hands becomes imminent, I hope I can meet it in a lounge chair, sipping on a gin martini.

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