In Another Life

I was once a pair of shoes

On a sailor who once crossed the ocean blue

I didn’t know that at the time this pair of feet that I called mine

Would lead the world to history

I was once a bottle of perfume

I was the Duchess’ very favorite to use

She’d dress up and put me on and lure all the foreign dons

With the batting of her eyes

I was once a southern belle way down south

I once loved a soldier I didn’t know that much about

He went one day away to war but he never ever swore

That he’d come back to me

And oh, it would be strange then to think that I’d be here with you tonight

And oh, isn’t it strange, then, to think how different things can be

In another life

I was once a young girl in Paris

I dreamt every night of being an actress

But my dreams were cut short when I was soon forced

To live in a factory instead

I was once a painting by Degas

I laid in a museum and people watched with awe

As I twirled, and dipped, and danced, and slipped

Between the canvas and their minds

I was once a pen that sat in the hand

Of a tired young writer who was doing all she can

But by and by and every time she wrote I saw a bit

Of her mind closing down

And oh, it would be strange then to think that I’d be here with you tonight

And oh, isn’t it strange, then, to think how different things can be

In another life

I was once a little boy

There were few things that I did not enjoy

I’d go out every day, look up at the sky and wait

For a bird to pass me by

I was once a homeless bum

Who watched the city’s rich sink into the slum

I lived inside a cardboard box and with the cunning of a fox

I made it to tomorrow every day

It was only recently I made my debut

As the young city girl who fell in love with you

I tried and tried and cried for you, with nothing else to do

But die with you in mind

And oh, it would be strange then to think that I’d be here with you tonight

And oh, isn’t it strange, then, to think how different things can be

And oh, it would be strange then to think that I’d be here with you tonight

And oh, isn’t it strange, then, to think how different things can be

In another life