What if I was wiser?nWouldn't this be easiernWhat I had to donStung like truth on my tonguennI woke up in the citynSomehow it got away from menI am one of younYou are one of menHe was one of usnnOne more day to offer you my lovenOne more day to write it for younPatches on the elbows of my eyesnCan't you see how much this hurts me?nnSeven stories highnThe lifetime hanging over menHow was I to knownWhere there's sense, where there's starsnnSeven stories highnI planted a book of starsnHow was I to know they'd root in your heartnnOne more day to know the will of GodnOne more day to write it for myselfnPatches on the elbows of my eyesnCan't you see how much I'm trying?