Tim McFate - Wishing Well

The autopsy took two weeks
The grieving about the same
I was not the only one
Calling out your name
Very little Is known
About this man we knew so well
And those final hours
Standing
Around the Wishing-well

I built a big fire in the backyard
To turn the darkness to light
Love lost and it can't be found
I'm going back
To sacred ground

It rained for seven days but I was not in town
I was in the desert chasing the sun around.
The landscape that takes my fear away
The sun will rise on another day

The sun will wind you up
The wind will hunt you down
I slept out on second Mesa
The ghosts were all in town

I'm trying to remember
When I was a kid
Did the sun set in my back yard
I think it did

Floods from somewhere are coming
Pass through us and be on their way
And somewhere else you will be thinking
Of higher ground and your deluge days

Picture the fate of a nation
Caught speeding like drunks on there way
Like a river that joins other waters
Destined for the ocean some day

Wipe the slate clean
And sharpen your knife
Tools of the trade
The American life
Every tear tells the story
That no words can say
In the blink of an eye
You can loose your way
The raising of glasses
To the giving up hope
Welcome my friend
To the slippery slope

Written by:
Timothy Mcfate

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