WITCHCRAFT
If there were witchcraft
 I'd make two wishes
 A winding road that beckons me to roam
 And then I'd wish for a blazing campfire
To welcome me when I'm returning home.
But in this real world there is no witchcraft
And golden wishes do not grow on trees Our fondest day dreams must be the magic To bring us back these happy memories Memories that linger, constant and true Bring back sweet visions Thunderbird of you.