What-ifs, Maybes and Might Have Beens Ian Anderson
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We all must wonder, now and then
If things had turned out - well - just plain different
Chance path taken, page unturned or brief encounter, blossomed, splintered
Might I have been the man of courage, brave upon life's battlefield
Captain Commerce, high-flown banker, hedonistic, down-at-heel?
A Puritan of moral fibre, voice raised in praise magnificent?
Or rested in assured repose, knowing my lot in quiet content
What-ifs, Maybes and Might-have-beens fly, soft petals on a breeze
What-ifs, Maybes and Might-have-beens
Why-nots, Perhaps and Wait-and-sees
Suppose bold woman, quite unsuited, brave in adventure, sojourns wicked
Velvet touch and lips soft-centred, tossing hair, teeth bared in laughing
Imagine idyll Summers never-ending, Winter nights beside fire roaring
Touched by madness, filled with fondness, kissed by love, love without name
What-ifs, Maybes and Might-have-beens fly, soft petals on a breeze
What-ifs, Maybes and Might-have-beens
Why-nots, Perhaps and Wait-and-sees
So, you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick... two
If things had turned out - well - just plain different
Chance path taken, page unturned or brief encounter, blossomed, splintered
Might I have been the man of courage, brave upon life's battlefield
Captain Commerce, high-flown banker, hedonistic, down-at-heel?
A Puritan of moral fibre, voice raised in praise magnificent?
Or rested in assured repose, knowing my lot in quiet content
What-ifs, Maybes and Might-have-beens fly, soft petals on a breeze
What-ifs, Maybes and Might-have-beens
Why-nots, Perhaps and Wait-and-sees
Suppose bold woman, quite unsuited, brave in adventure, sojourns wicked
Velvet touch and lips soft-centred, tossing hair, teeth bared in laughing
Imagine idyll Summers never-ending, Winter nights beside fire roaring
Touched by madness, filled with fondness, kissed by love, love without name
What-ifs, Maybes and Might-have-beens fly, soft petals on a breeze
What-ifs, Maybes and Might-have-beens
Why-nots, Perhaps and Wait-and-sees
So, you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick... two
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