The Well

How long have you been down there?
And how long do you plan to stay?
I can’t wait forever, darling
Watch our dreams turn to clay
I’ve seen a lot of good men
Dragged by their hair down into hell
So I can’t give you my hand, darling
I’m not slipping down that well
You lost your mother, I know
And you lost your father too
You lost everyone you loved
And everyone who loved you
I’ve heard all of your stories
And all those tales you have to tell
But I can’t give you my hand, darling
I’m not slipping down that well
So here is my advice
Before I ride away
Everybody has their price
What are you prepared to pay?
Would you let go of your anger?
Would a million dollars break the spell?
Then use your own hands darling
And start climbing out that well
Then use your own hands darling
And start climbing out that well