All is good
And all is well
Down at the Wishing Well
The streets are calm
There's nobody there to do you harm
But words are getting stale
There no more trains on the rails
The streets are pale
The land bare and laid to waste
In the Wishing Well
There were stories to tell
In the Wishing Well
Boarded up and gone to hell
The light is shining from from the past
In lamps burning stories fast
I'm gonna take what is mine
While I drink and draw the line
Cause all is good
And all is well
Down in the Wishing Well
Where people never stay
They're never gone one day
They just slowly fade away
In the Wishing Well
There were stories to tell
In the Wishing Well
No more stories to tell
Welcome to the Wishing Well
To the sound of the bell
In the Wishing Well
Boarded up and gone to hell
Welcome to the Wishing Well
No more stories, nothing more to tell
Welcome to the Wishing Well
No more stories, nothing more to tell