I found an old well with no pennies in it it had no wishes inside it cried im full of water but im running empty my bucket's heavy but its dry
why cant this mechanism draw a heart up to the surface why cant it raise my spirits too what if the crank could say well thank you but im done today what if the rope could say i'm through what if the bucket goes just north of where the water flows and ohh i've got a question for you
where can you find your hopes and dreams at i hear they hide just on the far side of the sky waiting for the rain to pick them up and drop them to us waiting for the wind to whisper low so you go and draw them to you they almost always end up empty in your eyes but that dont mean theres no such thing as having hopes and dreams cause you can bring them by the buckets full you know
I met an acorn tree who swore he knew what truth was I found out later he lied Then he grew teary eyed and shook as if the earth did his acorn tears fell as he cried
sometimes i wonder why my arms are stretched out to the sky to catch the birds when they dont want to fly and why the sun would shine on me and why summer blew its breeze across these knots i live through centuries and find perplexing mysteries my mind has wrestled with these thoughts
i figure you're just like a hurricane contained cause calm is written in your eyes and as the artist drew he likely penned the adage too that life aint fair and if the west wind blew as often as i thought of you you'd find a few tornados out there | 
