Stephen Hawking, I bet you hate it in that wheelchair Is it the price you pay, To be on that stage, sitting up there?
They all wait, for your words Waiting for you, To change their worlds
Did you dream that you'd walk on down the isle on your wedding day? Did you dream that you'd awake from the dream that won't let you sing or scream (do you still do?)
And I'd rather roll a mile in your shoes Then to walk in mine And I'd rather roll a mile in your shoes Then to walk in mine 'Cause history will remember your name and forget mine So I'd rather roll a mile in your shoes then to walk to mine (walk in mine)