Mason Jennings Follow

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