If the president wore pink Or if a prostitute was queen How would the world change And the world was rearranged If the rains brought down the moon And the sun rose too soon And then just disappeared And flowers turned to stone And there were no families If buildings started laughing And feet started clapping If mountains fell in slivers And the sky began to bleed And blood filled up the rivers And the world was one big heart If children grew up happier And they could run with the wolves And they never felt trapped And birds had bank accounts More from Lucinda Williams