On the top shelf in the closet,. In the workshop where he spent his extra time. Was a dust wooden box that I had never noticed till that time. And we set on the table and carefully, we opened up the top.
You've dropped pennies in a wishing well. And wished on every star that fell. Trying to find a heart of gold. You've even called the psychic line. But all of that's a waste of time.
She sits by his side. On vinyl seats. Her thighs are stickin'. . It's hot, it could be July. This Texas heat. Will start you thinkin'. . By and by. I'm gettin' closer to it.
(Buck Moore/Mark Anderson/Leonard Ablstrom). . You've dropped pennies in a wishing well. And wished on every star that fell. Trying to find a heart of gold.