Song Description

Song of resignation, of being blocked emotionally

Lyrics

WOULDA, COULDA, SHOULDA

Well, I lay around the shanty, mama.
Got myself a buzz.
Memory of you come back,
The way it always does.
Oh, woulda, coulda, shoulda, darling,
That’s my only song.
Yeah, woulda, coulda, shoulda, and I’m
Wond’ring what went wrong.
Well, I’ll tell you what I do,
I ruminate on you,
And what woulda, coulda, shoulda come true.
Oh, yeah.

Well, I slip into the Posturpedic.
Sandman’s right on time.
Problem’s not insomnia,
But when I dream, I dream that I’m
The woulda, coulda, shoulda man who’s
Still in love with you.
Oh, woulda, coulda, shoulda, and it
Makes me awfully blue.
But in spite of my despair,
I b’lieve I said a prayer,
And you woulda, coulda, shoulda been there.
Oh, yeah.

Hypothetical, analytical—
That’s my style.
‘Stead of kissing you, I keep missing you
By a mile.
On the brink of the pathological.
How long, Lord?
If patience is some kind of virtue and virtue’s its own reward?

Well, I sat around the village green, and
Read the morning news.
Saw your face in all the ads,
The stock report, the book reviews,
And woulda, coulda, shoulda, babe, is
How I spend my days.
Oh, woulda, coulda, shoulda, like a
Kinda lifelong maze.
Well, I may have laid a cuss
On some lovers on the bus
Who woulda, coulda, shoulda been us.
Oh, yeah.

Hypothetical, analytical—
That’s my style.
‘Stead of kissing you, I keep missing you
By a mile.
On the brink of the pathological.
How long, Lord?
My life’s the original vacuous vacuum that nature abhorred.

Well, I lay around the shanty, mama.
Got myself a buzz.
Memory of you come back,
The way it always does.
Oh, woulda, coulda, shoulda, darling,
That’s my only song.
Yeah, woulda, coulda, shoulda, and I’m
Wond’ring what went wrong.
Well, I’ll tell you what I do,
I ruminate on you,
And what woulda, coulda, shoulda come true.
Oh, yeah.