If Jeff Buckley had lived   And his voice still was heard   On the weak second album   And difficult third   Then the critics, who broke him,   He couldn't forgive -   Would grow old and forget him   If Jeff Buckley had lived      And there's a fog growing at the edge of the lake   And there's a star falling at the edge of the lake   And there's a man praying at the edge of the lake   And there's a flicker of religion in the chances you take      If Jeff Buckley had lived   There'd have been weeks of sickness   Acid vomit in his throat   And awful press pictures.   He'd have turned down half the needy   Who asked him to give   And plenty would have cursed him   If Jeff Buckley had lived      And there's a fog growing at the edge of the lake   And there's a star falling at the edge of the lake   And there's a man praying at the edge of the lake   And there's a flicker of religion in the chances you take      If Jeff Buckley had lived   He'd have been short on the throne   And counted his life out   In an old rockstar's home   Where they play 'Hallelujah'   Every retrospective   And most wouldn't know him   If Jeff Buckley had lived      And there's a fog growing at the edge of the lake   And there's a star falling at the edge of the lake   And there's a man praying at the edge of the lake   And there's a flicker of religion in the chances you take      And there is no salvation at the hands of the fates   And there is no design to whom death comes to take   And the faces in the vapour, they are lies and mistakes   Every day there is a fog there, at the edge of the lake   Every day there is a fog three, at the edge of the lake.