Living out of suitcase
Putting on a brave face
Running out of self control
Returning from a strange land
Talking to an old man
Pouring out my heart and soul
When he told me
I wish I was a boy again
With my life spread before me
You should have known me then
They were sunny days of love and friends
Yes, I wish I had a young man's heart
And the song of a poet
For my own sweetheart
Oh, I'd do it all again
Well, many times we talked there
Of his million miles to nowhere
Though, to me, it didn't seem that way
But I listened to his stories
His failures and his glories
And his words mean so much more today
When he said
I wish I was a boy again
With my life spread before me
You should have known me then
They were sunny days of love and friends
Oh, yes, I wish I had a young man's heart
And the song of a poet
For my own sweetheart
Oh, I'd do it all again, mm-mm
Now I wish I was a boy again
With my life spread before me
You should have known me then
They were sunny days of love and friends
Yes, I wish I had a young man's heart
And the song of a poet
For my own sweetheart
Oh, I'd do it all again
Yes, I would
