If I was a paragon of someone who could stand alone And still build something good I would build a better stage My spirit would quell the rage and fly out of the woods But if there is a chance that hands can do something my memory can't I'll keep whatever we can make If I was an exemplar of someone who could make days start I'd start a better day One where I'd escape the lies and put my anxious mind aside to dwell on where we lay If I overturn impasse and pull our bodies from the grass I'll keep whatever we can make