Long Division

There's a pain in my heart...

as it pumps the blood through my veins

so flows a little shame.

I'll pull back on my 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 its time.

There's too much daylight between

all our pockets and our dreams.

So when you reach into your pockets

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 the wishing well

this one's for you...

-chorus-

The depths of a man

with water in his hand

is shallower than sand

if its 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's hope for us all.