Could have been a writernShould have been a novelistnCould have been something, anything other than thisnTurn the light on now, turn the light onnRoom so dark without, room so dark without lovennShould have been a healernAnd gone to africanMagic medicine, that’ll clear it all upnPut away the hunger now, put away the hungernWorld so dark without, world so dark without lovennBut night comes, quiet as a catnI lay awake considering, I consider until my mind grows fatnDon’t know much about the weight of the worldnBut the weight on my brain sure in-tactnAnd maybe i’m good at thatnnCould have been a punditnCould have been uncle samenShould have been holy, a political holy mannShift the gears now, turn the wheels of changenLand so dark without, land so dark without lovennBut that’s another kind of healernNight comes, quiet as a catnI lay awake considering, I consider until my mind grows fatnDon’t know much about the weight of the worldnBut the weight on my brain sure in-tactnAnd maybe I’m good at thatnnI’ll never be an Olympic starnI’m not that strong, I can’t run that farnI’ll never die on the silver screennI’m not that brave, not much hero in mennCould have been a thinkernCould have been a philosophernMore like a tinker, a philosophical amateurnTurn the light on now, turn the light onnWorld so dark without, world so darknWorld so dark without, world so darknWorld so dark without, world so dark