Boardwalk Genie, please
Won't you grant my wishes? Three
In the fabric of my life
Tell me what the patterns mean
'Cause in the way you catch the Sun
I feel I'm not the only one
My second wish is not
Money, health, or even fame
But rather let my thoughts
Reflect the source from which they came
And for my third wish, let me go
To where this light in me can show