If I had wings I'd let loose this hour
I'd let slip the bonds of the earth where it lay
and I'd look me down at everything and nothing
the colour and candour or all that remains
I'd be looking out for answers
staring out through the day
I'd be thinking about forgiveness
is it ever too late?

If I were a boxer
I would weaken with age
and bask in the glory in the memory of days
when life was sweet
and sometimes even sweeter
a naive believer in the workings of fate
I'd be moving like a dancer
with a left hook and straight
I'd be looking for some mercy
to get me through the day

If you were me
I would hope you'd be honest
and hope you were kinder
and hope you were brave
I would wish you happy
to know the world over
and try to be bolder when saying your name
I'd be thinking about your answers
trying to get you to stay
and to love and to be loved
and let it be that way