What if I did not love you? 
Where wiould that leave me 
Would I wander through the avenues? 
Under a pall of misery? 

(Verse) 
Would I be face down in a gutter? 
With cheap whiskey on my breath? 
The lonely life of a writer 
Who’s words could not pay his debts 
 [bad word]  
Singing please don’t, please don’t pass me by 
I am alive, oh can’t you see? 
That I’ve been [bad word] 
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by 
I am alive, oh can’t you see? 
That I am pleading for your mercy 

(Verse) 
What if we became strangers? 
Would you notice my face in a crowd? 
And you could you hear the sorrow in my voice? 
Helplessly crying your name out loud 

(Verse) 
Would I be searching for a savior? 
Burned, and burning with regret 
The lonely life of a writer 
With one last desperate request 
 [bad word]  
Singing please don’t, please don’t pass me by 
I am alive, oh can’t you see? 
That I’ve been [bad word] 
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by 
I am alive, oh can’t you see? 
That I am pleading for your mercy 

(Bridge) 
I’ve been on the lam 
Being hunted, so confused 
They say time and tide it waits for no man 
But I was just hoping 
These storm filled skies would clear 
 [bad word]  
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by 
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by 
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by 
I am alive, oh can’t you see? 
That I am pleading for your mercy