Written by Jeff Tweedy

There are still days
I think of days I'd remove
If I could go back
With the power to pick and choose

Oh what could've been
Oh what wasn't
Oh what could've been
What wasn't
What wasn't

So sad, misspent youth
Fully fanged crimson red in the tooth

Oh what could've been
Oh what wasn't
Oh what could've been
But what wasn't
What was it

If I could change every wish to be true
Free the past of the pain I put you through
If I could wake each day as new
We could love the way perfect people do

On the other hand
What would we lose?
Would I still be me and would you still be you?

Oh what can it be
What can we make it
Oh what can it be
What can we will
Oh what can it be
how can we take it
Oh what could've been
But what wasn't