Wishing Well

Have you heard that thereu0027s water some would die to find, in a well in some forest can turn more than to wine? No, donu0027t think I believe it, Iu0027m not sure that I do but lately I have been grasping for some thing to pull me through. whereu0027s the wishing well... I feel like a traveling salesman Going door to door Though I donu0027t like to say it Sometimes Iu0027ve wanted more All my life for a lady, twenty years as one Then one morning she wakes up, “George,” she says “weu0027re done.” Whereu0027s the wishing well All those days I spent spinning other peopleu0027s dreams All those nights I spent sitting, wondering what it means Now Iu0027m left building bridges if only in my mind Trying hard to cross chasms, trying to turn back time Whereu0027s the wishing well... And if one morning I find it, here is where Iu0027d start Build me a bridge thatu0027s forever between two heads and hearts Whereu0027s the wishing well... Is there a wishing well Whereu0027s the wishing well If thereu0027s a wishing well...be my wishing well