Take me to a wishing well
And tell me there's no Hell
I've got enough common sense
To brush off these off the cuff comments
But I'm on the fence, I'm on the fence
I'm scared to death that you'll resent me
For my decisions and my convictions
And my desire to point out contradictions
And I'm scared to death that you'll resent me
Take me to a wishing well and show me there's no Hell
I've got enough common sense to pay my way
And I deserve a rest, I've been weighed down by this weight inside my chest
Why do we tell each other that were wrong?
When all we want is to be strung along
Another day, another one gone
Maybe we'll make it if we learn to play along
Maybe we'll make it, maybe we'll make it
Take me to a wishing well and show me there's no Hell
I've got enough common sense to pay my way
And I deserve a rest, I've been weighed down by this weight inside my chest
But are we stretching ourselves too thin?
I'm scared to death that you'll resent me
I'm scared to death that you'll resent me.