Story Behind the Song
It's secretly ironic.... even though it sounds very pompous!
It's about how we know what we should do in life, I guess... but choose not to do it...
Lyrics
We sit with remote controls in comfortable armchairs.
We drive in sealed-up cars, we rarely breathe fresh air.
We know we're lazy, but it's too much trouble to care.
Our memories are hazy, with a falseness T.V. snare.
So many things we know we have to do.
Procrastination, well it works the whole world through.
And what we want to do, on the face of it, is to while away the time.
If we can, if we can, if we can.
And what we need to do, on the face of it, is to walk an extra mile.
If we can, if we can, if we can.
I sing of arms and the man, who came first to Italy.
Sailing through book after book, into immortality.
But he's just not real. He never was.
But in the wake of his glory, real people are lost.
So many faces are put into the ground.
So many names on tombstones are worn down.
And what we want to do, on the face of it, is to live forever.
If we can, if we can, if we can.
And what we need to do, on the face of it, is to remember better.
If we can, if we can, if we can.
We have a greedy side, we always try to deny.
We have an urge for riches and a desire for things to buy.
But it's never enough, we can never have too much.
Though the rest of the world, our wealth can't touch.
Marry for love or money, you'll never have to beg.
A palatial mansion, an eleven figure nest egg.
And what we want to do, on the face of it, is the whole wide world to grab.
If we can, if we can, if we can.
And what we need to do, on the face of it, is to appreciate what we have.
If we can, if we can, if we can.
What we need, when the pains of life are burning in our blood,
is the strength to turn them on their heads, live as we think we should.
End the angst that turns our evil sides against our fellow man.
If we can, if we can, if we can.
If we can, if we can, if we can.
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