THE BELL

There's a mission
Without a mission bell
She's cracked and rusted
In the lake she fell --
The air is humming
Yellow orchids swell
Is that my lover
Down the wishing well?--

If you answer
I'd want to ask why
Are we getting high?
Or we gonna cry?

Was a devil
Was was an angry man
She bought a ticket
On the rails she ran--
When she came  here 
She wouldn't sing or tell
Then she went walking
By the wishing well--

If you call me
I'd want to ask you why
Are we getting high?
Or we gonna cry?

Hold your arms out
Fingers touching souls
I almost held you
It was time to let go--
The air is heavy
Like a mission bell
I heard you singing
Down the wishing well--

If you're  here now
You could tell me why
Are we getting high?
Or we gonna cry?

© Chris LeRoy  2012 Published by New West Crash Music/ASCAP