Musta Been 

Words And Music By 
Cheryl Wheeler 


Feel this wind blow, scatter all these leaves like paper rain. 
Feel these days roll back into our winter lives again. 
The tangle at the garden fence is brown and dry. 
You call me out and point to your November sky. 

chorus: 
I must've been Gandhi or Buddah or someone like that, 
I must've saved lives by the hundreds everywhere I went. 
I must've brought rest to the restless, fed the hungry too, 
I must've done something great to get to have you. 

When the cold comes and you are by your fire and fast asleep, 
I'll turn a light on, to watch the snow outside fall soft and deep. 
And when the winter morning shines all white and blue, 
We'll watch the dogs run through the fields like children do. 
(repeat chorus) 

I suppose stranger things have come to pass, 
Many's the forest I can't see. 
I was so down and lost and fading fast. 
How did you find you'r way to me? 
(repeat chorus) 

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Alternate or "Answer" version: 

Man this wind blows, scatters all these leaves I've raked all day 
And your snot nosed little cat keeps getting in the way 
I've got to take that F-ing garden fence back down 
Just so your local yokel friend can plow the ground 

chorus: 
I must've been Hitler or Satan or someone like that 
I must've caused death and destruction everywhere I went 
I must've brought torts to the tortured, drowned some puppies too 
I must've done something bad to have to have you 

When the cold comes and you have turned the heat to 95 
I'll put some shorts on, and wonder how the cats and dogs survive 
And when the winter morning shines all white and blue 
I'll tell you how it was when you get up at two 
(repeat chorus) 

Listen, if stranger things have come to pass 
Then they were in Rod Serling's head 
I was just painting trim and sealing decks 
Now I am stuck out here instead 
(repeat chorus) 

(P) July 4, 2000 

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