Guster Well
Late afternoon when the sun was unraveling
Walking the trail to the end of the gravel and
Into the well went a lucky old silver coin
Tumbling down in the dark I was fading and
Leaning so far and so quietly waiting
A wish that was made at the bottom of the well
What happened then is so hard to recall
But as quick as the snap of a whip I was falling and
Tumbling following after my silver coin
Silence as day turned into the night
Could I go back how I wish that I might
I was the boy in the bottom of the well
Parents were weeping and frantically searching
He’d always been wandering looking for something
One moment he’s here and the next he is surely gone
But he didn’t return for a day and a night
We all knew the son that just couldn’t be right
A voice on the phone said he’d fallen in the well
I woke from my sleep with the firemen screaming and
Lowering down all the things I was needing
A basket a bible a blanket and a bell
And dozens of voices yelling in unison
Loudly and echoey hazy and (?) hold on hold on hold on
I’d always been dreaming of places and scenes
Fireflies only now could you see
The rhythm of crickets and toads the only sound
And soon I’d be leaving but now I’m believing
In wishes and wells and a way to get back
To the sacred place I’ve stumbled on and found
Late afternoon while the sun was unraveling
Walking the trail to the end of the gravel and
Into the well went a lucky old silver coin
Tumbling down in the dark I was fading and
Leaning so far and so quietly waiting
A wish that was made at the bottom of the well
