If u had yr way Would u choose to stay Anymore If yr mind did not Cooperate too hot Anymore Not that it ever did Since u were a kid On the floor U were rollin around Respondin to sound I'm sure I'm sure somewhere in yr mind U have peace of mind More Than any of us – We all make a fuss In our core Can you deny the score? Oh i cant lie anymore If u had yr way Would u choose to stay In new york Or would u prefer Somewhere much warmer Like LA – i kno U never could say "Like that" or "this way" Or implore U never could run Go outside have fun And explore All the hands on yr face Markin a place On yr forehead No no no they dont understand No grand master plan's In the hand of The lord denies the score Oh i can't lie anymore If u had yr way Would yr ashes spray From the shore Of the great south bay Near one-eight-three S. snedecor I kno all day we would lay In the shade of An old sycamore My thoughts resound Each leaf fallin down Reassures With each passin day I'll open and close The same door To find u Thirsty and cryin Inside who's dyin more? How can you deny the score Oh i won't lie anymore