Wishing Wells Lyrics - Ron Sexsmith

Wishing wells 

Are fine in fairy tales 

But they've got no business here 

Where evil's very real 

And children are known 

To just disappear 

Magic spells 

Still hold no currency 

Where people are lining up 

To sell their dignity 

When reality's a show 

They'll crawl through mud 

I fear sometimes 

We ain't got a hope in hell 

I've half a mind to hang the next fool 

To wish me well 

To wish me well 

It comes as no surprise 

All that rises to the top 

Before our very eyes 

With each generation expectation drops 

I feel sometimes 

We ain't got a hope in hell 

I've a half a mind to hang the next fool 

To wish me well 

To wish me well 

Tell me when 

When will the truth prevail 

To clear away all 

The smug and smirking juveniles 

And save us from all 

The blood thirsty thugs 

I fear sometimes 

We ain't got a hope in hell 

I've half a mind to hang the next fool 

To wish me well