What if I wrote the words that were on my heart
I think that would be okay
What if I wore the features on my face
The proportions of my hands
The size of my ears
The bend of my smile
I think…that would be okay
And what if I didn’t abandon with reckless desire all that God spoke to me in the wind that summer in the dunes, by the station,
Yeah I think, perhaps, just maybe that would be okay
And I think too if I stayed and waited until the end, that too would be
Okay