I wish...

I could write a song to make you feel fuzzy.

I could write a song to make you feel "f--- yeah" fist-shaking, good.

I could live far from LA and close to friends.

I could draw.

I could paint.

I could build a house.

knew a thing or two about politics

I wasn't so dumb.

I wasn't so "smart".

I could quilt.

I had a horse named shifty.

I was done with school.

I knew what I wanted to do with my life.

I wasn't so pessimistic.

I was more organized.

I had been there for people.

I knew how to fix stuff.

I played piano.

I could cook like an "iron chef".

I could make a mean martini.

I had enough land for me and shifty to run freely.

I could go to austria.

I could play soccer games every saturday, like the old days

K. did not have to work so much.

people didn't die, they just boarded a bus to the afterlife

scout and dixie could talk to me.

I ran a marathon once a year.

I called friends more often, just to see what's up.

I loved the kids I worked with more.

we all lived in biosphere II together for ten years, cultivating the land and our friendships, feasting on vegtables and wine; and a cow now and again.