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Wishing Well

from ShotFriction by Mike Roy

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Written w/ Eileen Chevalier in Fall 2004

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There’s a wishing well, a wishing well
Deep at the bottom of the hill
Where comes to pass the story that
I have come to tell

In the dead of night, dead of night,
Down so far she fell
There was no sound as she hit the ground
Least none that I could tell


I lived down at the end of town
In an old shack by the trains
And she would come to hear me hum
The tales from on the plains

In her sparkle eyes I saw surprise
And grief and loss and pain
She was often alone, even when at home
They barely spoke her name


So she came to me and together
We would walk and talk and sing
Stories passed and future and
Everything between

One of those time I told the tale
Of the Stone inside the ring
That would turn the wearer into
Whatever they could dream


And how that ring had come to me
In a fistfight in the rain
I used it then to save my skin
But never had again

She asked of me to let her see
This so-called magic stone
That she might escape her tragic fate
And the horrors of her home


Ah yes indeed, to set you free
I’d give anything
And it’d make right your lonesome flight
If you to me it’d bring

Anything, anything
Could this word be true?
A bird, a plane, a window pane
The bottom of a shoe


She laughed with me, but didn’t see
That danger, ‘twas at hand
Her smile so bright to think she might
Become a grain of sand

A word my dear you must hear
That’d seem strange to some
For it must be that you never see
That which you become


Alright she said, I promise you
I will never peek
And off she ran, ring in hand
It was the last that we would speak

Then one night, an awful fight
Fear flew through her skin
On a window sill, she stood still
And felt the cold night wind


And on she slid the ring that hid
In the pocket of her jeans
And wings she grew and off she flew
Far from those tiresome scenes

And through the trees she flew to me
With a big moon shining down
Passed the mill, and down the hill
Towards shanty town


But sharp her eye, caught moonlit sky
And her silhouette in the well
An awful scream I heard, as a half-ling bird
Screeching as it fell

To my surprise, when I arrived
The ring lay there alone
On the very edge of the cold hard ledge
Of the wishing well’s stone


Craned down my head, but there instead
My own shape my moonlight shown
And a teardrop fell into that well
With the only wish I’ve know

That she to me made it and we
Ran off into that dark night
Or that I had been a feather when
She took that lonesome flight

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from ShotFriction, released October 1, 2009

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Mike Roy Raleigh

Born outside of DC, raised in MD, college in Baltimore, made a record there, moved to TN, wrote a record there, moved back to MD recorded 2nd record, went on tour, met future wife in NC, moved to RI for two weeks, went back to DC to meet up with future wife, moved to NC, married wife, had 3 kids, finished 4th solo album called Mike & Eileen Chapter One. ... more

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