Late afternoon when the sun was 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 it was fading Leaning so far and so quietly waiting A wish that was made at the bottom of the well What happened next 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 My parents were weeping and frantically searching "He'd always been wandering looking for something one moment he's here and the next he is surely gone." "But he didn't return for a day and 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 a sleep 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 echo-y, hazy and boom-y "Hold on, hold on, hold on" I'd always been dreaming of places an scenes Fireflies the only light 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 the sacred place I've stumbled on and found Late afternoon when the sun was 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 it was fading Leaning so far and so quietly waiting A wish that was made at the bottom of the well