Lyrics

My Wishing Well
Bruce Aitken

She sits in a chair and sometimes she's not there
She looks right through me as though I'm not really here
There's a gaze in her eye as hard as I try
I can't get her out of my mind's eye

Please don't speak that way
There's something in your voice today
And it's driving me to wanna play
So please don't talk that way
I just gotta walk away

She comes on like a goddess as if from ancient times
I say things without thinking no reason no rhyme
She's a smile that yell trouble as well
and I can't get her past my wishing well

She comes and she goes, is it real or a pose?
I'm trapped in the throws and the delivery shows
There's a spell in her stare and it leads me where
I to linger and see if it's aimed at me there

Initials in the sand
She washes my head as her waves hold command
Initials in the tree
They're staring at you but they're laughing at me


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