Interpret:

Ian Anderson

Album:

Thick as a Brick 2

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