If I were to pass a house caught on fire Well, I ought to see if I could save anyone But if I believed that nobody'd see me I've got to admit, I'd be tempted to run It's not that I don't feel sorry It's just I can't say what I've done And don't look to me [?] struck down by lightning In a field full of rain, when you're lying there stunned I'd try to help - but Lord, I'd be queasy I mean Well What if you were dead? I'd be tempted to run It's not that I don't feel sorry It's just I can't say what I've done Given the choice, I'd rather not go hunting Gathering is more my style It's not that I don't feel sorry It's just I can't say what I've done It's not that I don't feel sorry It's just I can't say what I've done