Wishing Well - Bob Mould

Wishing well runs wet and dry

I wish for things I never had

Surrounds and wells up in my eyes

The screaming voice, it lies

Wishing well gets someone’s attention

Every wish you ever had

In a day of nights, in the darkest of light

Sits and cries, watch the lies

Could you give me a wish if I tell you what I want?

Will the price be no object?

I wish for dreams of light

I live for wishing well surprise

Deepest light, the secret lies

Wishing well gives you all that you desire

Homes and trains, and the greenest of plains

That you ever happened upon

The silent wish, it calls you out

Calls you out by name

Lays upon the plain, on the mountain high

City lights, wish delights

What if the waters and wishes appear?

Will the price be no object?

I wish for dreams of light

I live for wishing well surprise

Twist and shape on the winding twine

Around the spindle winds

Wish again, four times again

Four wishes deep into the well

There’s a price to pay for a wish to come true

Trade a small piece of your life

Roots in the soil, uprooting the soil

Mountain high, the mountain high

The wish is only to speak a kind

Kind of word, so benign absurd

The well, three wishes run dry

Wishing well is dry

When no grass grows, the weeds run in line

Wish three wishes, three wishes run dry