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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."
--Aristotle
Wishing Well
1995
Ever since I was a young girl I put my fate in dreams
Stargazed at the twilight just within my reach
Throwing stones in a water well we kept out in the back
Closing my eyes tight, keeping my secrets in a pact
On a cold night in September you came into my life
With your empty promises cutting through me like a knife
And like a ghost before daybreak you vanished with the wind
Leaving me throwing stones into the well again
So don’t come around here, and play upon my fate
With an emptiness that can turn a dream to hate
Don’t come around here, I don’t need you anymore
It’s just one more stone in the wishing well for you
One more roll of the dice, you know its bound to break through
One more wasted wish upon a star
If I had a dime for every stone that well had seen, I would be a rich man
Mistake is such a hard word, we learn with our regrets
Mistake is everything I lost on you each time I bet
Gambling on love time and time again, I learn by losing at the stakes
Regrets are only things in life in which risk we didn’t take
So don’t come around here, and play upon my heart
I’ll keep throwing stones until that well is full and falls apart
Don’t come around here, I don’t need you anymore
It’s just one more stone in the wishing well for you
Like a skater on thin ice, she’s bound to break through
One more wasted wish upon a star
If I had a dime for every stone that well had seen, I would be a rich man
This song is written about someone I used to date. He was a huge part of my life at the time. He had been gone for just over a year, but I, foolishly, kept holding on to hope that he was going to just walk back into my life and stay. I had tried dating several people whom I really cared for, however, when ever things started to become serious, I would end that new relationship with one excuse or another. I also turned down several business or music opportunities as well and all for the same reason ... I was throwing stones into the wishing well. This song was written (in about 10 minutes actually) in a moment of anger at myself. I was angry at myself for continually screwing up this thing or that thing because I was hanging on to something that I knew would never be again. I knew better.
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