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
Continues after the ad
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...