Maybe (4:11) Lyrics

Maybe (4:11)

Maybe I should be a writer, wroight a book and feel much brigter, share my
thoughts with the world. Or maybe I could be a film maker, celluloid, more fun
than paper, you never see the scren's corners curl. Aah maybe then I could be a
lover, find a girl and win her over, and tell her that she's the only one. But
maybe then a philanderer, I'd sneak around and lie to her, and kid myself that
I'm the happy one. I'm not looking over four leaf clover, I'm just waiting for
hell to freeze over. Maybe I should take the mike, (mic') stand up tall like
Michael Stipe, and try to solve all the problems of the earth. Or maybe then I
should sit back down, scratch my chin and use my frown, and try to figure out
exactly what I'm worth. We'r estill building churches, burning books, killing
the babies to feed the cooks. Who said the world would turn out fair? So I
guess I'll dig myself a hole, ask the devil if he wants my soul, And do
soemthing real like cut my hair. Ooh, "maybe this" and "maybe that", it may be
satin and it may be sack. won't really matter much in the end. May be my enemy,
may be my friend? I'd drive myself around the bend, thanks for your time and
ears to lend.