Wish It Well Songtext
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Last thing I remember I was runnin' for the door
To go and be an artist in that city by the shore
Instead I hung my bohemian dreams from a Washington Squre Park tree bow and wished it well
If I keep some love inside my heart it never will grow cold
At least those were the last words by my mother I was told
So I plucked my lovin' heart out holes, sent it to my mother wrapped in bows and I wished it well
When I was five I told myself I'd never wind up here
Then I watched my days dry up for thirty-two ought years
I take the pale arms of my youth and stab em' through the wrists with nails and wish them well
Poetry's the poor mans way of pourin' out his heart
Well I am neither rich nor poor, just countin' up the spare change to wish it well
You can climb a height so high you'll barely breathe the air
Or sink so low in the gutter, you could end up dyin' there
Well I climb neither high nor low, just stuck here goin' nowhere to wish and well
Some men live their futures like they never had a past
And some men live their moments like that moment was their last
Well I just sit here waste my time watchin' taxi's drive by and wish them well
New York ain't no different than the town where I grew up
Just a little bit big, and a little mean, and the people don't shut up
And the fags down at the corner store gettin' louder by the hour and I wish them well
Someday I will quit this life and kneel where I once stood
And you will gather up my bones just like I said you would
And I will do the best I can to love you like I should, and wish you well
I will do the best I can to love you like I should, and wish you well
Woman I will do the best I can to always love you like I should, and wish you well
And paint it up so the rich man thinks he suffers for his art
To go and be an artist in that city by the shore
Instead I hung my bohemian dreams from a Washington Squre Park tree bow and wished it well
If I keep some love inside my heart it never will grow cold
At least those were the last words by my mother I was told
So I plucked my lovin' heart out holes, sent it to my mother wrapped in bows and I wished it well
When I was five I told myself I'd never wind up here
Then I watched my days dry up for thirty-two ought years
I take the pale arms of my youth and stab em' through the wrists with nails and wish them well
Poetry's the poor mans way of pourin' out his heart
Well I am neither rich nor poor, just countin' up the spare change to wish it well
You can climb a height so high you'll barely breathe the air
Or sink so low in the gutter, you could end up dyin' there
Well I climb neither high nor low, just stuck here goin' nowhere to wish and well
Some men live their futures like they never had a past
And some men live their moments like that moment was their last
Well I just sit here waste my time watchin' taxi's drive by and wish them well
New York ain't no different than the town where I grew up
Just a little bit big, and a little mean, and the people don't shut up
And the fags down at the corner store gettin' louder by the hour and I wish them well
Someday I will quit this life and kneel where I once stood
And you will gather up my bones just like I said you would
And I will do the best I can to love you like I should, and wish you well
I will do the best I can to love you like I should, and wish you well
Woman I will do the best I can to always love you like I should, and wish you well
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