Orthodox or strange desire rising like a hurricane,
Driving down a darkened highway wondering from where you came,
You may never see things my way an open book you take away,
Driving down a darkened highway wondering from where you came,
By the wishing well never could figure out how to break your spell,
By the wishing well never could figure out how to choose a coin.
Thoughtful look a mirrors broken, forgiving light behind the gate,
Driving down a darkened highway wondering from where I came,
Floating into every corner giving words that you can't take,
Driving down a darkened highway wondering from where I came,
By the wishing well never could figure out how to break your spell,
By the wishing well never could figure out how to choose a coin.