What Was It Like - Live
I'd race to meet you at the top of the stairs
You'd come from working
You were always there for me
You'd scare the nightmares
Singing me an old song, you'd learn in Oshkosh
You were always there for me
But what was it like to be you?
You said, "I could never see what passing judgment
On anybody else would ever do for me"
Well, I love that you see the things that you couldn't see
You showed me how to live
My dance recitals
And they were never concise
You never missed one
You were always there for me
You told me softly
That I had what it takes
To make it anywhere
You were always there for me
Well, what was it like to be you?
You said, "I could never see what passing judgment
On anybody else would ever do for me"
Well, I love how you see the things that you couldn't see
You showed me how to die
What was it like to be you?
You said, "I could never see what passing judgment
On anybody else would ever do for me"
Well, I love how you see the things that you couldn't see
You showed me how to see
And what to look for in a man
And what to look for in a man
And what to look for in a man
I'd race to meet you at the top of the stairs
You'd come from working
You were always there for me
You'd come from working
You were always there for me
You'd scare the nightmares
Singing me an old song, you'd learn in Oshkosh
You were always there for me
But what was it like to be you?
You said, "I could never see what passing judgment
On anybody else would ever do for me"
Well, I love that you see the things that you couldn't see
You showed me how to live
My dance recitals
And they were never concise
You never missed one
You were always there for me
You told me softly
That I had what it takes
To make it anywhere
You were always there for me
Well, what was it like to be you?
You said, "I could never see what passing judgment
On anybody else would ever do for me"
Well, I love how you see the things that you couldn't see
You showed me how to die
What was it like to be you?
You said, "I could never see what passing judgment
On anybody else would ever do for me"
Well, I love how you see the things that you couldn't see
You showed me how to see
And what to look for in a man
And what to look for in a man
And what to look for in a man
I'd race to meet you at the top of the stairs
You'd come from working
You were always there for me
Credits
Writer(s): Joan Wasser
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