Lletres: Nik Kershaw. The Riddle. You Might.

Off to face the world again
past the bathroom mirror
ignorance is bliss, they say
couldn't be much clearer

imaging what might have been
thinking it could still be
all the lost years in between
still a sucker for a dream

you might be an oil tycoon
you might be a Cobb cartoon
you might be a Gershwin tune
you might be but you're not
you might be a nations fall
you might be an eagles call
you might be the Albert Hall
you might be but you're not

play the fool and act the clown
impress your friends and neighbours
not so good when you come down
with nothing for your labours

you could've been a movie star
you could've been a hero
you could have won a bridge too far
the best you get is no cigar

you might be an oil tycoon
you might be a Cobb cartoon
you might be a Gershwin tune
you might be but you're not

you are what you are
you see what you see

you might be an oil tycoon
you might be a Cobb cartoon
you might be a Gershwin tune
you might be but you're not
you might be a nations fall
you might be an eagles call
you might be the Albert Hall
you might be but you're not