Could have been a writer
Should have been a novelist
Could have been something, anything other than this
Turn the light on now, turn the light on
Room so dark without, room so dark without love
Should have been a healer
And gone to africa
Magic medicine, that�ll clear it all up
Put away the hunger now, put away the hunger
World so dark without, world so dark without love
But night comes, quiet as a cat
I lay awake considering, I consider until my mind grows fat
Don�t know much about the weight of the world
But the weight on my brain sure in-tact
And maybe i�m good at that
Could have been a pundit
Could have been uncle same
Should have been holy, a political holy man
Shift the gears now, turn the wheels of change
Land so dark without, land so dark without love
But that�s another kind of healer
Night comes, quiet as a cat
I lay awake considering, I consider until my mind grows fat
Don�t know much about the weight of the world
But the weight on my brain sure in-tact
And maybe I�m good at that
I�ll never be an Olympic star
I�m not that strong, I can�t run that far
I�ll never die on the silver screen
I�m not that brave, not much hero in me
Could have been a thinker
Could have been a philosopher
More like a tinker, a philosophical amateur
Turn the light on now, turn the light on
World so dark without, world so dark
World so dark without, world so dark
World so dark without, world so dark
