The What Ifs

What if I never left Vegas?
What if I held, and I stayed?
Sin City never got lit up
Now Vegas lives by the bay

What if I’d stayed in the desert?
What if two full moons had shown?
Scorpions didn’t crave crazy
The desert, she leaves me alone

These places
People shook me
Those faces
Places took me
Erasing
Traces and books from me

Shaping me… so… lovingly
Leaving me… so…

What if I’d lived in Chicago?
What if I said I had cared?
It’s windy enough for a kite
but Chicago has found rocky air

What if I moved to the mountain?
What if I stood up and sang?
Snowflakes fell, didn’t fall too long
That mountain became a plain

Yeah that mountain became a plain
Vanished into three years of pain
Suppose that mountain won’t come back again
Suppose that mountain wasn’t a friend

These places
People shook me