On second thoughts I'd rather hang around
If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
He condescends to read the words I wrote about him
Someone above is looking with a tender eye
And be there with my best friend if she wants me
Things fall apart, I don't know why we bother at all
Songwriters: Richard Colburn, Chris Geddes, Stevie Jackson, Robert Kildea, Sarah Martin, Stuart Murdoch
On second thoughts I'd rather hang around
I said goodbye to someone that I love
She wants me, yeah, she wants me, yeah, if she wants me, yeah
Upon your face, you may think you're alone
And be there with my best friend if she wants me
If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
I asked someone, “Could you send my letter away?”
I wrote a letter on a nothing day
Someone above has seen me do alright
And it was hard like coming off the pill
And be there with my best friend if she wants me
They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
On second thoughts I'd rather hang around
'Cause it's over and done
But you may think again
And if he smiles, it's no more than a genius deserves
I took a book and went into the forest
But life is good and it's always worth living
I'm going deaf, you're growing melancholy
'Cause there is no point in standing in the past
If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
Publisher: SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING UK LTD
So I went home
They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
And be there with my best friend if she wants me
They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
I climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on you
If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
At least for a while
That you take to stay happy
And far away somebody read the letter
If you think to yourself, “What should I do now?”
You are too young to put all of your hopes
But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness
For all your curious nerve and your passion
On second thoughts I'd rather hang around
Then take a baton, girl, you better run with it
It's not just me, I tell you it's the both of us
In just one envelope