Well Bonus Track

Late afternoon when the summer's unraveling, walking The trail to the end of the gravel and Into the well went a lucky old silver coin. Tumbling down in the dark I was fading, and Leaning so far and so quietly waiting, a wish That was made at the bottom of the well. What happened then is so hard to recall, but As quick as the snap of a whip I Was falling and tumbling, following after my silver Coin. Silence as day turned into the night. Could I go back? How I wish that I Might. I was the boy in the bottom of The well. Parents were weeping and frantically searching. He'd always been wandering, looking for something. One he was here, and the next he had Surely gone. But he didn't return for a day and a Night. We all knew that something just couldn't be Right. A voice on the phone said he'd fallen In the well. I woke from asleep with the firemen screaming and Lowering down all the things I was needing. A basket, a Bible, a blanket, and a bell. And dozens of voices yelling in unison, Loudly and echoey, easy and booming. Hold on, on, hold on, hold on. I'd Always been dreaming of places and scenes, fireflies On the night that you see. The rhythm of crickets and toads the only sound. And soon I'll be leaving, but now I'm believing In wishes and wells, and a way to get Back to this sacred place I've stumbled on and Found. Late afternoon while the summer's unraveling, Walking the trail the end of the gravel and Into the well went a lucky old silver coin. Tumbling down in the dark I was fading, leaning So far and so quietly waiting, a wish that Was made at the bottom of the well.