Down to the Well

Here comes your hero wrapped in golden skin
The dark clouds are coming feel the weight of the wind
If you've got the money then you can come on in
Just try and fly tonight
The fuse is lit and the hypocrites are taken for a ride
I heard you're in the tower selling snake oil on the side
We've got to fix this world and heal this great divide
And why? I'm getting dry
I'm going down to the well
I'm going down can't you tell
There goes your hero blinded by the sun
Selling secrets down the road away from everyone
Got the motor running I'm not the only one
And why? I'm getting dry.
I'm going down to the well
I'm going down can't you tell
I'm going down to the well
I saw you standing
Way down by the riverside
I'll meet you on the other
Oh yeah