I asked who put stop on the board
While my fist's full of dust and chalk
Issued blame for the cracks in the path

When the trail led back to my hands

All to be crowned...


King, king of all the if onlys
And king of all the could have beens


I make the right sounds and right sounds
Flirt with action, but fall for doubt

And pick letters out of my sleep
S. A. B. O. T. A. G. E.


All to be crowned...

King, king of all the if onlys

And king of all the could have beens

I could try, I could try and fail

Risk my ego and my face
So I'll keep just a little aside...


King, king of all the if onlys
And king of all the could have beens