Maybe (Acoustic Radio Session) - Miles Hunt
Maybe I should be a writer
Wright 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
Yeah 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 still 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 something real like cut my hair
I'm not looking over four leaf clover
I'm just waiting for hell to freeze over
Yeah over
Yeah
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
I'm not looking over four leaf clover
I'm just waiting for hell to freeze over
I'm not looking over four leaf clover
I'm just waiting for hell to freeze over
Yeah over
