It's Not That I Don't Feel Sorry

If I were to pass a house caught on fire
Well, I ought to see if I could save anyone
But if I believed that nobody’d see me
I’ve got to admit, I’d be tempted to run
It’s not that I don’t feel sorry
It’s just I can’t say what I’ve done
And don’t look to me struck down by lightning
In a field full of rain, when you’re lying there stunned
I’d try to help — but Lord, I’d be queasy
I mean
Well
What if you were dead?
I’d be tempted to run
It’s not that I don’t feel sorry
It’s just I can’t say what I’ve done
Given the choice, I’d rather not go hunting
Gathering is more my style
It’s not that I don’t feel sorry
It’s just I can’t say what I’ve done
It’s not that I don’t feel sorry
It’s just I can’t say what I’ve done