What street did I grow up on,
Can you guess what I wear?
What assumptions could you make about me,
If I was before you naked and bare?
Would you know where I got my scars,
Would it matter, or are they all the same?
Would what you see be what you get,
When all you have is a face and a name?
Are my perfects roads dirt or concrete,
Would you know the places I feel I can breathe?
Would you know what breaks my heart,
Would you know what I believe?
Can you guess what makes me cry,
Did I come from rags or come from fame?
Could you guess who’s been in my shotgun seat,
When all you have is a face and a name?
If you knew nothin else about me,
Would your hand extend or pull away?
Would there be anythin else worth knowin,
Would there be anythin else to say?
Would I get the benefit of your doubt,
Would my actions outweigh what’s said?
Or would we continue past each other,
Would all unspoken be put to bed?
I don’t mean to nag,
Some prefer altogether I would refrain.
I’m just here to give a friendly reminder,
Start with his face, start with her name.