| How long have you been down there? |
| And how long do you plan to stay? |
| I can’t wait forever, darling |
| Watch our dreams turn to clay |
| I’ve seen a lot of good men |
| Dragged by their hair down into hell |
| So I can’t give you my hand, darling |
| I’m not slipping down that well |
| You lost your mother, I know |
| And you lost your father too |
| You lost everyone you loved |
| And everyone who loved you |
| I’ve heard all of your stories |
| And all those tales you have to tell |
| But I can’t give you my hand, darling |
| I’m not slipping down that well |
| So here is my advice |
| Before I ride away |
| Everybody has their price |
| What are you prepared to pay? |
| Would you let go of your anger? |
| Would a million dollars break the spell? |
| Then use your own hands darling |
| And start climbing out that well |
| Then use your own hands darling |
| And start climbing out that well |