Wishing Well [Radio Edit]

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, not sure 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 wanted more All 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 All those days I was spinning other people’s dreams All those nights I was 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… And 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 If there’s a wishing well…be my wishing well