Ron Sexsmith

Wishing Well

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