Take a walk
And skip along the sidewalk down Leslie Street
And notice the things that fill up your dreams about being the person you so badly want to be.

This is a story bout a man who fell far down into a dark, cold, wishing-well
Placing him amongst the dreams of many
Easy it was, for him to take some coins jinx our prayers and steal our joys
Should I? he asked himself three times, while flipping a coin
Well maybe if I just take two coins for now fall into the rest another time, somehow that way the world won t all fall down at once!
He pondered, and wondered, and spent ten breaths thinking hard about the best move next, then echoing down from a hole of light, he heard a voice above

You are, are
You you - you are

We all have wishing wells filled with dreams we wish we had
Now walk alone on my beautiful street and follow the signs to the end
There, I ll find the path that leads to your lands unknown
You are my one last wish telling me to drop these coins and just let go

Why should I leave these nickels and dimes behind? They re everything in my life I couldn t find on my own mine are rusted and rotting away
He longed for fame he never had a dad and a mom that wouldn t make him sad girls to love him and boys to envy his perfect self-esteem
Then something stirred him, scared him, heard him, Put your hands up! And drop em all down!
So he let got the golden dreams he d almost erased from time and space
Thanks, he said, to the voice unknown, I should ve known better cause I ve got my own life waiting for me even though I don t quite know what I m supposed to see.

You, are, are
You, you, you are

We all have wishing-wells filled with dreams we wish we had
Now walk alone on Leslie Street and follow the signs to the end
There, I ll find the path that leads to your lands unknown
You are my one last wish telling me to drop these coins and just let go.