Where Would We Be

In my dreams I see your face, I hear the words
If only time had found us first
Our lives they would be different

And now I must confess, that I am a sinking ship
As I'm anchored by the weight of my heart
Cause its filled with these feelings

But I'll keep my true thought locked, inside my heart's black box
And it wont be found, it won't survive 
Through the smoke and the wreckage 
As I crash and burn

I'm just a man, with a lot of things to learn
But the one answer I'll never know
Is where would we be now
If only time had found us first

In a Lonely Place

Joey: So what is the best ending in all of literature? Don't say Ulysses. Everyone says Ulysses.

Wilder: That's easy. Sentimental Education by Flaubert.

Joey: And what happens?

Wilder: Nothing, really. Just 2 old friends sitting around remembering the best thing that never happened to them.

Joey: How do you remember something that never happened?

Wilder: Fondly. You see, Flaubert believed that anticipation was the purest form of pleasure, and the most reliable. And that while the things that actually happen to you would invariable disappoint, the things that never happened to you would never dim. Never fade. They would always be engraved in your heart with a sort of sweet sadness.