If I really cared . . . I’d look you in theeyes when you talk to me; I’d think about what you’re saying rather than whatI’m going to say next; I’d hear yourfeelings as well as your words.
If I really cared . . . I’d listen withoutdefending; I’d hear without deciding whether you‘re right or wrong; I’d ask youwhy, not just how and when and where.
If I really cared . . . I’d allow youinside my heart; I’d tell you my hopes, my dreams, my fears, my hurts; I’dtell you where I’ve blown it and when I’ve made it.
If I really cared . . .I’d laugh with youbut not at you; I’d talk with you and not to you; and I know when it’s time todo neither.
If I really cared . . . I wouldn't climb overyour walls; I’d hang around until you let me inside the gate; I wouldn’t unlockyour secrets; I’d wait until you handedme the key.
If I really cared . . .I’d love you anyhow;but I’d ask for the best that you can give, and gently draw it from you.
If I really cared . . . I’d put my scriptsaway, and leave my solutions at home. Theperformance would end. We’d be ourselves.