Folks think I can fix or build most anything
Yeah I have that reputation its true
But its really just their misconception
Others tend to think higher of me than I do
They compliment me on my abilities
And the workings of my mind
But if I was some kind of genius
Heres the first thing I would design
Some sort of time machine
I don't know.. a box..or perhaps a ray
Something to take me back years,or months
Or maybe even just a day
Back to elementary
That's where I would start
Back to meet the pigtailed girl
That would later own my heart
We went to the same grade school for a time
But we never knew each other
I'd go and introduce myself,tell her to remember me
Because one day, she would be my childrens mother
Then fast forward through some years
Change a little, add or lose a thing or two
Soon it would be time for us to meet again
And here is what I would do
Yes, I would be working in that bar again
But alcohol would not touch my lips, of this I'm sure
I'd just be fixing that punching bag machine
Broken or not, smiling and waiting for her
We would marry, have our children
And I would never leave her side
Just show her everyday how much I love her
No hurt, no heartbreak, no teardrops ever cried
But that's not how it happened
There is no back in time
I can't fix everything I broke
Not with my hands, not in her heart, not in my mind
