If I had hope I’d call you back

and calm you down the way you like

while Croce sings you lullabies

and Peter, Paul and Mary cry

 

If I had hope I’d apologize

and swear not to do it again

while you tell me of my many sins

and insist again to let you win

 

If I had hope I’d pamper you

and cook you all your favorite foods

like strogonoff and chuckwagon beans

while you, my dear, would pick my bones clean

 

If I had hope, if I had hope

I’d turn from you and all the hurt

for what is love when I’m sorely spent

nobody gives a damn where I went