Of tongue or pen
Are these four words
It might have been
We had big dreams
We made big plans
How could they slip
Right through our hands
Instead of tearing
Our own hands to pieces
Why don't we try
To right what we've done wrong
It's not too late
To set things straight
Let's never say
It might have been
Instead of tearing
Our own hands to pieces
Why don't we try
To right what we've done wrong
It's not too late
To set things straight
Let's never say
It might have been