Land Where The Wishes Come True

by Dean M. Collins

Flashback, driving through the corn fields with the sun shining on my face.
As the radio plays a future classic by an artist who will pass away.

Hands fly, waving out the window as the wind blows through my hair.
My dad sings, even though he couldn’t sing, and I join him cuz we just don’t care.

Soon that, road turns into gravel. He says, »The only way to travel!«
We drive to where the wishes come, drive to where the wishes come, drive to where the wishes come true.
The land where the wishes come, land where the wishes come, land where the wishes come true.

One day, heading off to Christmas, but my dad wasn’t in the car.
Mom said they were getting separated but he really wouldn’t move that far.

I sat, staring out the window as the first flakes began to fall.
Think I made a wish on every single one but I guess I didn’t count them all.

So I pretended we were going someplace, I knew it wasn’t snowing.
The land where the wishes come, land where the wishes come, land where the wishes come true.

So with time I saw, that neither one was wrong.
And sometimes letting go is the kindest thing to do.
So wishes can come true…

Last year, talking to my father as we smiled about the good old days.
We were at my place in California and he said he had some things to say. 

Heart sinks, as he gently tells me that his time is running out.
But those dreams he almost had forgotten, through me, were finally panning out.

Soon he would have no more to teach me, but one day, he hoped that he would meet me in the land where the wishes come, land where the wishes come, land where the wishes come true.