| Song | Wish Me Well |
| Artist | Magnet |
| Album | On Your Side |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It's been a long, long while, almost a year now to the day, | |
| Since I was sent on my way | |
| I got a place to stay, down in that old suburban high-rise, | |
| Where the first-timer buys | |
| Now every day is overcast, & the trains are always late | |
| My head is somewhere in the past, | |
| So I hang around & wait for time to pass | |
| It's probably my mistake, & certainly no-one elses heartache | |
| I'm just another one to break | |
| But a boy can get so confused, | |
| When there is nothing left to lose | |
| I guess it's just my luck | |
| That every lie I've tried to buy, was never up for sale | |
| These sour times weigh heavy, & have already tipped the scale | |
| My oh my & hallelujah, cross my heart & hope to die | |
| I can feel my luck is changing | |
| It's a welcome stranger here | |
| Cos I'm running out of change for my wishing-well | |
| So wish me well |
| It' s been a long, long while, almost a year now to the day, | |
| Since I was sent on my way | |
| I got a place to stay, down in that old suburban highrise, | |
| Where the firsttimer buys | |
| Now every day is overcast, the trains are always late | |
| My head is somewhere in the past, | |
| So I hang around wait for time to pass | |
| It' s probably my mistake, certainly noone elses heartache | |
| I' m just another one to break | |
| But a boy can get so confused, | |
| When there is nothing left to lose | |
| I guess it' s just my luck | |
| That every lie I' ve tried to buy, was never up for sale | |
| These sour times weigh heavy, have already tipped the scale | |
| My oh my hallelujah, cross my heart hope to die | |
| I can feel my luck is changing | |
| It' s a welcome stranger here | |
| Cos I' m running out of change for my wishingwell | |
| So wish me well |
| It' s been a long, long while, almost a year now to the day, | |
| Since I was sent on my way | |
| I got a place to stay, down in that old suburban highrise, | |
| Where the firsttimer buys | |
| Now every day is overcast, the trains are always late | |
| My head is somewhere in the past, | |
| So I hang around wait for time to pass | |
| It' s probably my mistake, certainly noone elses heartache | |
| I' m just another one to break | |
| But a boy can get so confused, | |
| When there is nothing left to lose | |
| I guess it' s just my luck | |
| That every lie I' ve tried to buy, was never up for sale | |
| These sour times weigh heavy, have already tipped the scale | |
| My oh my hallelujah, cross my heart hope to die | |
| I can feel my luck is changing | |
| It' s a welcome stranger here | |
| Cos I' m running out of change for my wishingwell | |
| So wish me well |