th Fret Intro: On the morning news that brought me 'round They put the Oklahoma bomber down He might serve in heaven, might burn in hell But he's no more wishes at the wishing well I should feel compassion, I know I should I don't know if his dying does any good But he was good as gone when the building fell Ah, when they ran out of wishes at the wishing well Ah, lying on his back, eyes open wide And the prick of the needle and the silent slide And the Press lined up, with their stories to tell How there's no more wishes at the wishing well Instrumental: