Peter Kingsbery A Different Man
That was the beginning An almost perfect match That would never come apart I was a dreamer A poet from the past But every word came from my heart I might have been precious I might have been tough I could have been meaner then Or just a little rough But I would have died for you And that was a different man Forever and ever All ahead full Of these days I have no regrets So wild and abandoned Deep under your spell Of these hours are no second-best I might have been freer then I could be a fool Maybe I was younger And had nothing to lose I might have cried easier That was a different man I've still got my humour I still can make you laugh You won't see me sinking low I'm looking for no one Though I'm good at looking back Back to places I'll never go It might have been winter It could have been spring Maybe I was thinner then Times could have been lean And I might have needed you That was a different man