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

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

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