Wishing Well

You’ve got the buttons
that are made out of my bones
You’ve got the ghost of me
that still can stitch them on
And ev’ry time you close your vest
you will hold me near
But that’s as close as I’ll ever get
to you my dear, I fear

Up in the city the streets are filled
with fools just wandering ’round
Lord knows I was one of them
’til you trapped me underground
Now I know more than I could hope to tell
since I fell into your wishing well

Now you tighten up my skin
that’s stretched ’cross your funeral drum
You turn it like a tourniquet
‘til someday soon to come
You’ll hit that head with hardened hand
and surely it will break
But ’til then I shall strive
to give my all for goodness sake

Up in the city the streets are filled
with fools just wandering ’round
Lord knows I was one of them
’til you trapped me underground
Now I know more than I could hope to tell
since I fell into your wishing well