IRC-Galleria

If you were a cowboy, I would trail you
If you were a piece of wood, IÂ’d nail you to the floor
If you were a sailboat, I would sail you to the shore
If you were a river, I would swim you
If you were a house, I would live in you all my days
If you were a preacher, IÂ’d begin to change my ways

Sometimes I believe in fate
but the chances we create
always seem to ring more true
you took a chance on loving me
I took a chance on loving you

If I was in jail I know youÂ’d spring me
If I were a telephone youÂ’d ring me all day long
If I was in pain I know youÂ’d sing me soothing songs

Sometimes I believe in fate
but the chances we create
always seem to ring more true
you took a chance on loving me
I took a chance on loving you

If I was hungry you would feed me
if I was in darkness you would lead me to the light
If I was a book I know youÂ’d read me every night

If you were a cowboy I would trail you
If you were a piece of wood IÂ’d nail you to the floor
If you were a sailboat I would sail you to the shore
If you were a sailboat I would sail you to the shore