Wishing

Mr. Laurence is a wishing well 
Wishes for the sun to rain 
Looks inside his little world 
And he wonders... 

And I'm wishing... 

Emily...she wipes her hands 
Turns and throws the money to the floor 
And she tried to give her best 
Wanted to pay more 

And I'm wishing... 

And under the smoke storm 
She tried to reach his hand 
It's dripping wet with gold dust 
She sinks away into the sand 

And I'm wishing...