And what if I'm wrong is the response I get What if those pale blue eyes were weaved from heaven's hands What if this will to choose was never mine What if we're more of kin than strangers What have I done to secure my seat While you pass through the gates I'll be watching from the street Yeah you told me I'd be wishing then that I'd opened my heart and sought communion But I've never really struggled with the thought before I found tranquility and pleasure past those white washed walls Even if I could repent, start all over again I wouldn't change a goddam thing And what if He's as real as the scripture states He hasn't passed me by, He's been watching over me He'll come down to wash my hands and face Offer forgiveness in a prayer I could recite But I'd be choking on His blood again I've been an honest man living a life I can't resent It's not a question of enlightenment It's just I've always loved the view from where I stand Plus, I've never really struggled with the thought before I found tranquility and pleasure past those white washed walls Even if I could repent, start all over again I wouldn't change a goddam thing Because I'm living in a manner that I can't regret I am the thirst, I am the hunger, I am the suffering And if I look for Him in the hearts of everyone else I fear that I may lose myself