It's Not That I Don't Feel Sorry - Crash Test Dummies

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