If God were human What would I do? Would I pass through my life, totally clueless Of all my weird sides, my fatal pride Look me in the eye Then watch me run and hide My body plays it's part Rewarded by aches I'm choking on my justice And irrational dreads Paralysing my head. Or would I guard myself as something true And manage to open up and receive you? Oh, St. Cecilia Where would I be? Music salvation floating through me Oh, Cecilia If God were a boy What would my chances be? Would man be different, and able to see Not only his needs, his wishes and fears Adding insult and pain to helpless tears Messing with any available virginal mind Hiding his soul Coming up from behind. Or would he pay attention to who I might be? And peacefully discover The path that leads to me? Oh, St. Cecilia Where would I be? Music salvation floating through me Oh, Cecilia If God were a woman Would I be a believer? Would I simply follow the stream like a river Still worrying about Ignorance, deadlines, dry skin Pollution, corruption, original sin Little amuse me, I expect less and less will I'm painting my face Standing quite still. Or would I feel it in my bones as they shiver And look into myself and finally find her Oh, St. Cecilia Where would I be? Music salvation floating through me Oh, Cecilia.