Well Guster

[Verse 1: Joe Pisapia]
Late afternoon when the sun was unraveling
Walking the trail to the end of the gravel
And into the well went a lucky old silver coin
Tumbling down, in the dark I was fading
And leaning so far and so quietly waiting
A wish that was made at the bottom of the well

[Verse 2: Pisapia]
What happened then is so hard to recall
But as quick as the snap of a whip I was falling
And tumbling, following after my silver coin
Silence as day turned into the night
Could I go back, how I wish that I might
I was the boy in the bottom of the well

[Verse 3: Pisapia & Adam Gardner]
My parents were weeping and frantically searching
"He'd always been wandering looking for something
One moment he's here and the next he is surely gone."
"But he didn't return for a day and night
We all knew that something just couldn't be right
A voice on the phone said he'd fallen in the well"

[Verse 4: Pisapia & Gardner]
I woke from my sleep with the firemen screaming
And lowering down all the things I was needing
A basket, a bible, a blanket, and a bell
And dozens of voices yelling in unison
Loudly and echo-y, hazy and boom-y
"Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on"