wish upon a star

so here i sit right
slap bang in the middle of nowhere
no woman to fight
and a bothersome sense of actual peace of mind

but then again i wonder
what is the use of this life i ponder
coming in and going out
wishing well but feeling ill

and thinking where the little Well
of wishes went
'that little fucker betrayed me!'
when i asked for unlimited wealth

he took my rupee
and took my hopes
i took my dreams and entrusted him
and to his concrete edge i clinged

and i said

oh Wishing Well, oh Wishing Well
grant me peace and don't give me hell
give me money and give me women
give me brains and strong mental acumen

'ah' said the Well 'you little tyke!'
do you not know that it is a contradiction
that little thing you call life?
it aint no playground ride

You can have brains but you cannot have women
you can have money but then peace is but a faraway dream
this is not built upon some personal whim
these are the laws of physics

so here i am,
im broke and single
but happy and peaceful
and my mentality is mostly a jingle

but blast all that. im not satisfied yet
I still think of so many things that i wish i could get
villas in Rome and the harem of a czar
so next time i think i'll try a shooting star.