Wishing Well (Interlude)

Take me away
To a place I'll be free
Where the golden fields will be
Waiting on me
The smell of the evergreen
And rush of the coast
We'll be riding the waves of the past
Like a surfacing ghost

Instead I'm crying
Why can't you hear me
As I'm calling out your name
Oh I
Should hear you calling me
Through the stones of this wishing well
Somehow



Credits
Writer(s): Caroline Glaser
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