I Wish

You burned all of your magazines in a big barrel of fire

You cut all your losses when you should have retired

You liked the food in jail, and I wonder why

It seemed that they chose exactly when you died

I wish that you'd have lived to see me writing songs

I wish that you'd have lived to tell me that I'm wrong

You toured the whole world and sold all you could sell

But if someone told you no, you'd sure give them hell

I wish that you'd have lived to see me writing songs