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.