Ginger Fields

Monsieur Cactus

If there were really chances
And not just causalities.

If there were no planes,
No airports, no childhood games
If there were more midnight trains
and my name didn’t start in A

If every night was the first summer night
If there were no more Paris lights (there shining)
If Mr. Oscar Wild wasn’t right
If my job was not that kind

Then we would go to the fields again
to read about a future that never came
Then we would climb upstairs again
to be in the roof that’s still over my head

If there were no bad habits
and chewing gum was not just a trick
If what to wear was easier to pick
If phantoms could easily disappear

Then we would walk to the fields again
to see the sunset that’s still in my head
Then we would climb upstairs again
to play the rolls that I will never forget.

If you weren’t here just to be an ‘if’
A possibility of
Someone who could hold me tight.
Hold me tight
Hold me tight.

And now I’m wearing the clothes I once said to you
to write you this song just to tell you -

-that if we never run the way we did,
if you weren’t so like my first prince
(then) I wouldn’t sleep alone,
I wouldn’t dream alone at home.