And If I could make it work in life like it works on paper.
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If the love that I describe could be anything but words
Then I would wipe my eyes, I'd dry this ink,
I'd trade my pen in on a pair of wings.
And I would, I would fly
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If I could only make it work in life
And at the end of every night, I add up the tips
That account for what might not come down to a thing
That amounts to a life, and the sum of it all
I'm afraid is less than what I know
I need to slip beneath the surface of my forgeries
Where I buried my hopes with sometimes my dreams
Still stir me and steal me away.
And I can still hear Dineh Bikeyah call
Just like when we were kids.
And I could tell you all about it in a song.
But Lord, I wish that
Words and music by Rich Mullins, Beaker, and Mitch McVicker
© 1996, Kid Brothers of St. Frank (ASCAP)