Mr Laurence is a wishing well
Wishes for the sun to rain
Looks inside his little world
And he wonders

And I'm wishing

Emilyshe wipes her hands
Turns and throws the money to the floor
And she tried to give her best
Wanted to pay more

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