If.

If you were you.
And you were true.
There'd be nothing we could do.

If you were nine,
times nine again,
give or take a minus ten,

the the way we'd go.
so well and slow,
would be one you couldn't know.

The night, the day, the wind in sight.
Napping flight;
waking fight.

If dials could conspire,
with their miles,
and compasses could lie:

How would you find me?

If you were you.
And you were true.
The things in this wide world that we will do.