If she’d asked to burn the whole rulebook, I would have
If she’d asked me to strategically overlook, I would have
Sometimes I think I drag death around like a chain
And if there were powder to toss, a talisman to be shook, I would have
It’s just being left behind time after time like the proverbial fat kid
To search bleary eyed in foreign harbor nooks, I would have
When do you stop counting all the lives you have to live for?
If I’d thought to measure what I gave and what I took? I would have