I see you now like a wishing well A fountain of forgotten promises A graveyard of lost pennies A ripple like a grapevine echoing the sounds of lost times So much so that what I wish What I wish That when I chucked a quarter at your heart The one you Guarded with windchimes made of rib bones that sung sweet rhymes That maybe I’d hit a high note And you’d think highly of me And breathe in all that was good of me That brought about that musical loud sound that even you couldn’t deny Sang sweet But even after all this time I still feel like I’m playing musical chairs with your exit signs The red neon lights that echoed a rhythm that sounded like a lullaby That tune that I could have sworn sounded like a love song You sang to me And that you meant it.