(D. Gutter)  there's a pain in my heart...  as it pumps blood through my veins  so flows a little shame.  I'll pull back on the reins a bit...  cause on the flip there's a man  with his aluminum can  in an old wheelchair he sits  I flip a coin into the wishing well  I stop to wish him well  There was hope once for us both  as our long division grows  failure upon failure made one mountain and one stones  pray for my friend tonight  because poor isn't that far from your middle class line  long division takes it's time.  There's too much daylight between  all our pockets and our dreams  so when you reach into your pocket  reach down further than the seams  to the leg that you could kneel down  and beg upon; one day a prince  and the next day a vagabond.  I flip a coin into a wishing well  this one's for you...  -chorus-  the depths of a man  with water in his hand  is shallower than sand  if it's water he doesn't share  this world's a low tide beach of lies and deceit  some go hungry and some eat  some are stupid and some teach  I flip a fist full of coins into a wishing well  now there is hope for us all.  -chorus-