If I was a cute little kid
I would show you the painting I did, for you
But I'm up in the air
I'm not here and not there

If I was a sad-eyed eighteen
I would cut all the holes in your jeans, for you
But now what can I say
I'm too little too late

If I was a middle-aged man
I would buy you a new minivan, or two
But I'm stumbling around
With one foot on the ground

If I was a hundred and three
I would share all my boring stories, with you
But you caught me too soon, now
Darling what can I do, now

All along I did what I could,
But you tell me my timings no good, who knew?

Who knew?

If I was Marty McFly
I would go back to when we were nine, or ten
And I'd be your best friend
Say that I knew you when

If I was a ghost on your hall
I would haunt you and walk through your walls, at night
But I'm flesh and I'm bone
And I'm stiff as a stone

All along I did what I could
But you tell me my timings no good, who knew?
All along I did what I could
But you tell me my timings no good, who knew?
Who knew?