Well of Love - Mason Jennings

Who makes the glitter, who makes the gold

Who makes the winter forget the cold

Who took the hat right off his head

And broke all the legs right off his bed

He’s down, oh baby he’s down

He’s down, down, down

Down at the bottom of the well of love

His phone keeps ringing and the lights stay off

His bar room’s empty and the music’s soft

Where is that man

Where has he been

Somebody better go in after him

He’s down, oh baby he’s down

He’s down, down, down

Down at the bottom of the well of love

Dark and dark, wet and wet

It’s been two weeks, we haven’t seen him yet

Should we sell his house, move his truck

Throw a penny in the well and wish him good luck

He’s down, oh baby he’s down

He’s down, down, down

Down at the bottom of the well of love

He’s down, oh baby he’s down

He’s down, down, down

Down at the bottom of the well of love

Who makes the glitter, who makes the gold

Who makes the winter forget the cold

Who took my hat right off my head

And broke all the legs right off my bed

I’m down, oh baby I’m down

I’m down, down, down

Down at the bottom of the well of love