| There were kings and queens and could have beens
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| And pretenders to the throne
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| I was a sweet contender then
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| Now my seeds they’ve all been sown
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| I scorched the earth behind me
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| I could have made a better plan
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| Yeah if I had been a better man
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| My promises were not to keep
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| But thrown into the dirt
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| There must be more I told myself
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| As I buttoned up my shirt
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| Well I could paint myself in glory now
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| And be proud of who I am
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| Yeah I had been a better man
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| Stumbling through deep suburbs of my mind
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| As secrets of silence unwind
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| I will sing you so long
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| Now only love
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| Only love makes me strong
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| You charity I took as mine
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| I claimed it as my own
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| I followed my ascending star
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| To far away from home
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| Well I was mesmerized by shiny things
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| Now in frozen time I stand
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| Yeah if I had been a better man
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| Now I’m kneeling and I’m digging deep
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| Deep into the ground
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| I’m searching for my soul to keep
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| Like a burried treasure found
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| In dreams I speak in ancient tongues
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| Lost in wind and sand
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| Yeah if only I had been a better man |