Lyrics by Tamara Williamson



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...