Cary’s summary of the evening. Written live as the stories are told & then performed…
It shoulda been James Brown
But then in hindsight you shoulda played safer
You coulda killed someone, or (more importantly) yourself
You should known he’s the same crazy guy your father’s always been
You coulda gotten it sooner
Woulda known sooner
You coulda gone sooner
Woulda seen Paris already
You coulda stopped waiting for someday
You coulda realised, someday is now.
But then, in hindsight
You coulda x-rayed that finger
Shoulda seen another doctor
Then again, the doctor shoulda listened to his wife.
The surgery should’ve made her better, you thought.
Just like your grandmother shoulda gone that morning.
That morning was full of
Shoulda. Woulda. Coulda…
You coulda taken French
You shoulda fessed up
You coulda fixed that wall
Coulda dropped that class
But then, where would you be?
You coulda had more to drink
You coulda had less
Could’ve ignored that girl
Could’ve died at the wheel
You shoulda thrown up…
But you didn’t.
You woulda been braver if you could
Wouldn’t have shaken if you could
Would’ve taken control if you could
Been less angry if you could.
But you couldn’t.
And you shouldn’t.
In hindsight you shoulda waited another week
Taken another ride.
Some journeys are meant to be less travelled.
Shoulda. Woulda. Coulda.
Like a bright blue morning in September,
Our stories are full of ’em…
20/20 rarely makes for a good story,
Don’t change a thing.