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Wishin' Well Motel (vocal)

 
Credits
Lyric Credits: Jack McCarthy
Music Credits: Jack McCarthy/Peter Galasso
Producer Credits: Peter Galasso
Publisher Credits: © Curling Smoke Music/No Never Mind Music, BMI
Performance Credits:
Label Credits:
Description
Short Song Description:
A story of a couple who have been together for a long time
Long Song Description:
A tragicomic view of a semi-dysfunctional taken-for-granted relationship
Story Behind the Song:
Metadata
Song Length:
4:23
Primary Genre:
Country-Traditional
Secondary Genre:
-
Tempo:
Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal:
Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1:
Dysfunctional Relations
Mood 1:
Miserable
Similar Artist 1:
Hank Williams
Language:
English
Lyrics
WISHIN' WELL MOTEL


CHORUS

We spent a month one Sunday
At the Wishin' Well Motel
You were wishing I was somebody else
I was wishing I was well
We've become familiar strangers
Strange as that may sound
Indifference fans the flames
As our love burns to the ground


VERSE

The interstate passed this place by
I wish we could have too
But there was that shortcut I just had to try
Just before the transmission blew
The future doesn't look too bright
and chances are we're walkin'
And it looks like a silent night
Unless these walls start talkin'


CHORUS

We spent a month one Sunday
At the Wishin' Well Motel
You were wishing I was somebody else
I was wishing I was well
We've become familiar strangers
Strange as that may sound
Indifference fans the flames
As our love burns to the ground


VERSE

It was almost automatic
That the TV would be broken
I can almost hear the static
Of the words we haven't spoken
The guy at the desk just shook his head
When I asked what was to do around here
We'll be sleepin' in a water bed
If you don't dry those tears


CHORUS

We spent a month one Sunday
At the Wishin' Well Motel
You were wishing I was somebody else
I was wishing I was well
We've become familiar strangers
Strange as that may sound
Indifference fans the flames
As our love burns to the ground


BRIDGE

This old bed is one big lump
There's more cracks than ceiling
Seems to me that this old dump
Knows just how I'm feeling


VERSE

Through thick and thin I vowed to you
That I would always care
Little did I know I'd be referring to
Your waistline and my hair
I used to be a son of a gun
These days I just feel shot
But hold your fire honey bun
'Cause you and me we're all we got

We spent a month one Sunday
At the Wishin' Well Motel


© CURLING SMOKE MUSIC/NO NEVER MIND MUSIC (BMI)