I had friends against the war By things they did so well yesterday They lived their lives without fortune or thrill With nothing very much to say Always standing in the same old lines Moving sideways to the march of time
What might have been What might have been A portrait of my life No fool would say You live today Without a will to survive
Cornered now, what can I do I'm trapped by what might have been The great big 'if' that hangs around my neck Has played its part in all my dreams Always making the bad seem worse Living my life reversed
What might have been What might have been A picture of my life No fool would say You live today Without a will to survive
I know the call but I can't seem to move Without a little fall from grace But now I know when I'm down in this mood It's only me that I have to face
What might have been, yeah What might have been What might have been
Always standing in the same old lines Moving sideways to the march of time