Trent willmon wishing well lyrics

Well I run a little tavern on a dead end street



And my ears are pretty bent



By the time I close at three



Everybody's got a wish that comes in here



A little amnesia for the price of a beer



And Dale knows that I know all about his wife



And what it is she's doing and



Who she's with tonight



But I don't say a word about it



And neither does he



He just talks about them Dodgers



And buys another drink







(Chorus)



Down at The Wishing Well 



Forgetfulness is what's for sale



To help wash away the sin of lovers and friends



Or just forgive themselves



A place to throw their money down



In hopes of getting lost or found



You ought to hear the stories 



They don't tell



Down at The Wishing Well







They say Gina was a heartbreaker



Back in her day



But years and hard living



Put the lines on her face



Now she only wants a man



Who can see her like before



So she sips her margarita and watches the door







(Repeat Chorus)







Yeah I'll pour you a drink seven nights a week



And I'll listen to what you say or you don't 



Cause that's how I forget



The reasons that I'm alone