Could'Ve Been Me

The interview went nowhere. He just refused to answer. Avoiding every question Like a crazed Flamenco dancer. He always left everybody wanting more As he tiptoed his way out of the door. It’s typical, he told me As he guzzled down his coffee, That the rhythm and the music At an early age had caught me. And he hummed a little tune from yesteryear That was trapped all this time inside his ear. That could’ve been me, I think, If I never had a drink. They’d be handing me awards like so much candy That could’ve been me, I bet, But much to my regret I never made it past the first floor landing… The evidence is out there, If you search a little bit. But in looking for the Truth You never know just what you’ll get. He said, wisdom doesn’t always come with years But you think about it more as the end nears. I should have been a diver But my life was spent just wading. And with every year that passes There’s another dream that’s fading. It’s always sad to think what might have been But there’s no use going over it again… That could’ve been me, I know If I’d just got up to go. There’d be fame and fortune lying at my feet. That could’ve been me, it’s true But what can you really do? I never really learned how to compete.