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.