If I were him,
I'd know your birthday.
Just what to get,
The colors you wear.

We'd buy old bikes,
We'd ride on Sundays.
You'd review the books I sent.

And I know,
It takes 22 steps,
From the walk to your door,
It takes 22 steps,
Because I've tried it before.
And one day I'll knock,
But just not yet.

If I were him,
I'd buy the raincoat,
The orange one,
That he forbade.
We'd wait for rain,
We'd walk by his house.
In the front,
Not by the lane.

And I know,
It takes 22 steps,
From the walk to your door,
It takes 22 steps,
Because I've tried it before,
And one day I'll knock,
But just not yet.

And I'm not so sure,
That you would not say,
Get out, don't step in,
I'll never try again.{x2}

It takes 22 steps,
From the walk to your door,
It takes 22 steps,
Because I've tried it before,
And one day I'll knock.
But just not yet.

If I were him,
I'd know your birthday wish.