The Well

How long have you been down there?

And how long do you plan to stay?

I can't wait forever, darling

Watch our dreams turn to clay

I've seen a lot of good men

Dragged by their hair down into hell

So I can't give you my hand, darling

I'm not slipping down that well

You lost your mother, I know

And you lost your father too

You lost everyone you loved

And everyone who loved you

I've heard all of your stories

And all those tales you have to tell

But I can't give you my hand, darling

I'm not slipping down that well

So here is my advice

Before I ride away

Everybody has their price

What are you prepared to pay?

Would you let go of your anger?

Would a million dollars break the spell?

Then use your own hands darling

And start climbing out that well

Then use your own hands darling

And start climbing out that well