Late afternoon when the sun was unraveling
Walking the trail to the end of the gravel
And into the well went a lucky old silver coin
Tumbling down, in the dark it was fading
Leaning so far and so quietly waiting
A wish that was made at the bottom of the well
What happened next is so hard to recall
But as quick as the snap of a whip I was falling
And tumbling, following after my silver coin
Silence as day turned into the night
Could I go back, how I wish that I might
I was the boy in the bottom of the well
My parents were weeping and frantically searching
"He'd always been wandering looking for something
one moment he's here and the next he is surely gone."
"But he didn't return for a day and night
We all knew that something just couldn't be right
A voice on the phone said he'd fallen in the well"
I woke from a sleep with the firemen screaming
And lowering down all the things I was needing
A basket, a bible, a blanket, and a bell
And dozens of voices yelling in unison
Loudly and echo-y, hazy and boom-y
"Hold on, hold on, hold on"
I'd always been dreaming of places an scenes
Fireflies the only light that you see
The rhythm of crickets and toads the only sound
And soon I'll be leaving
But now I'm believing
In wishes and wells
And a way to get back to the sacred place I've stumbled on and found
Late afternoon when the sun was unraveling
Walking the trail to the end of the gravel
And into the well went a lucky old silver coin
Tumbling down, in the dark it was fading
Leaning so far and so quietly waiting
A wish that was made at the bottom of the well