Wishing Well

I’m still home when the telephone rings
I’m impartial and a martyr
It’s quite clear wearing all of my rings
I’m less than feed or fodder
If you want I’ll do it
But I’m so ill-equipped
I’m a knot in the stitch
Try the last call and dream
On the next try I’ll be much sweeter
Yeah, in the next life I’ll be better
I toss dimes in the wishing well
And I’m broke cause you took all of me
My tombstone on a grassy hill
It’s a matter of fact, all my change goes to hell
Dig deep find the villain inside
The one you dare not speak of
Find peace at the end of the line
The dial tone is your true love
Yeah, in the next life I’ll be better
I toss dimes in the wishing well
I toss dimes in the wishing well
I toss dimes in the wishing well
It’s a matter of fact, all my change goes to hell