if i only had a heart

when a man's an empty kettle

he should be on his mettle

and yet i'm torn apart

just because i'm presumin' that i could be kind of human

if i only had a heart

i'd be tender

i'd be gentle

and awful sentimental regarding love and art

i'd be friends with the sparrows

and the boy who shoots the arrows

if i only had a heart

picture me a balcony

above a voice sings low

wherefore art thou