If I lived in another agenI should bring with me only my brown shoesnSome new pop melodynAnd I would write a new page of historynnI should have been misunderstoodnBut there is no apologiesnSpending all my afternoonsnPlaying for me and for younnIf I lived in another agenI would be the man, the man I use to benWith the same sweater onnAnd I may be the King or maybe I may notnnI should have been misunderstoodnBut there is no apologiesnSpending all my afternoonsnPlaying for me and for youn