I Wish I Knew
Chet Baker Lyrics


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I wish I knew someone like you could love me
I wish I knew you place no one above me
Did I mistake this for a real romance?
I wish I knew, but only you can answer.

If you don't care, why let me hop[e and pray so
Don't lead me on, if I'm a fool just say so,
Should I keep dreaming on, or just forget you?
What shall I do, I wish I knew





Overall Meaning

In Chet Baker's song "I Wish I Knew," the singer expresses their longing for someone to love them truly and put them first. The lyrics convey a sense of desperation and confusion, as the singer is unsure whether or not their feelings are reciprocated. They question whether or not they have mistaken a fleeting fling for a real romance, and plead with the object of their affection to be honest with them.


The singer's uncertainty is palpable, as they ask a series of questions that only the other person can answer. If they don't care, the singer begs them not to lead them on and give them false hope. They wonder if they should continue dreaming or forget the person altogether.


The theme of unrequited love is a common one in music, but Chet Baker's haunting vocals and sparse instrumentation add an extra layer of melancholy to the song. The lyrics speak to anyone who has ever longed for someone who doesn't feel the same way, and captures the pain and confusion of navigating one's emotions.


Line by Line Meaning

I wish I knew someone like you could love me
I desire to understand how someone as extraordinary as you could possibly have feelings for me.


I wish I knew you place no one above me
I long to comprehend whether you hold anyone in a higher regard than me.


Did I mistake this for a real romance?
Am I deluding myself into believing that what we have is a genuine romantic connection?


I wish I knew, but only you can answer.
I wish I possessed the ability to answer this question myself, however, solely you have the answer.


If you don't care, why let me hope and pray so
If you do not possess any regard for me, why allow me to continue hoping and praying for a different outcome?


Don't lead me on, if I'm a fool just say so
Please do not give me false hopes or deceive me; inform me straightforwardly if I am foolish for having any expectations.


Should I keep dreaming on, or just forget you?
I contemplate whether it is more prudent to continue holding onto hope or if it is preferable to let go and forget about you altogether.


What shall I do, I wish I knew
I am very perplexed and unsure of what avenue I should pursue, and I desperately desire to possess the wisdom to know what is best.




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Written by: Harry Warren, Mack Gordon

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@ronniekahn6941

The first time I met Chet Baker, he was playing at a little neighborhood club called Strykers on 97th & Columbus Avenue on Manhattan's Upper West Side. He was coming back after years of an extended period of absence, having diligently devoted himself to re-learning to play trumpet with dentures, which everybody told him could not be done. But he persevered and prevailed, and this was one of his first comeback gigs. Awesome! I never heard any trumpet sound like that! I don't think it could ever be captured on a recording: So intimate tender innovative & personal...sometimes just whispering & breathing infinite silence space&timelessness into his trumpet...He just loved music & making music so deeeeeeeeeply & innately: just making the purest finest most beautiful sounds and blissful ethereal effects. Chet Baker was truly a great Maestro of the highest degree, a natural-born precocious musical genius like Mozart!

During the break I came up to Chet to thank & enthusiastically congratulate him. In my over-enthusiasm I started telling Chet how much I also dug & admired & had been imitating his singing for years, and automatically went into my little imitation of him singing “I Wish I Knew” till I caught myself & felt embarrassed & silly & said,“Oh no! Here I am doing my Chet Baker imitation for Chet Baker!” He just smiled & said “You don't look old enough to remember that record.” (1955 LP called “Chet Baker Sings& Plays")

He looked gaunt & emaciated, almost like a derelict. But his voice and manner were very pleasant polite mellow kind & refined, sensitive gentle very personable sweet good-natured & very likable, casual cultured & well-bred. I asked him if he would sing during his second-set after the break. He thanked me for asking but apologized & explained why he really couldn't because he was working with just a bassist & drummer & no piano...
He excused himself when his band-mates summoned him to prepare for their second set. There were just a few other people at that very small dimly-lit cellar club that night. My date was a nice girl who had the same last name as me though we were otherwise unrelated, I barely remember her, but we were both blown-away by Chet! 

When Chet came back from the break, he opened his set singing “Just Friends” Bless his heart! Still feels good that he honored my request & was singing just for me!  His singing always kinda reminds me of Alfalfa from “Our Gang” 
 
I still listen to Chet's music almost every day now, often listening to him continually all day long, and when I try listening to something else for a change, I find myself missing his familiar soothing sound which is so much an integral part of me, I find myself unable to listen to anything else & hafta sink right back into that sweet fine&mellow transcendent celestial atmosphere he creates so effortlessly & endlessly...   

PS: I had given Chet my business card that night, and to my surprise & amazement—first thing in the morning--he called me! But that's another story for another time now...



All comments from YouTube:

@ronniekahn6941

The first time I met Chet Baker, he was playing at a little neighborhood club called Strykers on 97th & Columbus Avenue on Manhattan's Upper West Side. He was coming back after years of an extended period of absence, having diligently devoted himself to re-learning to play trumpet with dentures, which everybody told him could not be done. But he persevered and prevailed, and this was one of his first comeback gigs. Awesome! I never heard any trumpet sound like that! I don't think it could ever be captured on a recording: So intimate tender innovative & personal...sometimes just whispering & breathing infinite silence space&timelessness into his trumpet...He just loved music & making music so deeeeeeeeeply & innately: just making the purest finest most beautiful sounds and blissful ethereal effects. Chet Baker was truly a great Maestro of the highest degree, a natural-born precocious musical genius like Mozart!

During the break I came up to Chet to thank & enthusiastically congratulate him. In my over-enthusiasm I started telling Chet how much I also dug & admired & had been imitating his singing for years, and automatically went into my little imitation of him singing “I Wish I Knew” till I caught myself & felt embarrassed & silly & said,“Oh no! Here I am doing my Chet Baker imitation for Chet Baker!” He just smiled & said “You don't look old enough to remember that record.” (1955 LP called “Chet Baker Sings& Plays")

He looked gaunt & emaciated, almost like a derelict. But his voice and manner were very pleasant polite mellow kind & refined, sensitive gentle very personable sweet good-natured & very likable, casual cultured & well-bred. I asked him if he would sing during his second-set after the break. He thanked me for asking but apologized & explained why he really couldn't because he was working with just a bassist & drummer & no piano...
He excused himself when his band-mates summoned him to prepare for their second set. There were just a few other people at that very small dimly-lit cellar club that night. My date was a nice girl who had the same last name as me though we were otherwise unrelated, I barely remember her, but we were both blown-away by Chet! 

When Chet came back from the break, he opened his set singing “Just Friends” Bless his heart! Still feels good that he honored my request & was singing just for me!  His singing always kinda reminds me of Alfalfa from “Our Gang” 
 
I still listen to Chet's music almost every day now, often listening to him continually all day long, and when I try listening to something else for a change, I find myself missing his familiar soothing sound which is so much an integral part of me, I find myself unable to listen to anything else & hafta sink right back into that sweet fine&mellow transcendent celestial atmosphere he creates so effortlessly & endlessly...   

PS: I had given Chet my business card that night, and to my surprise & amazement—first thing in the morning--he called me! But that's another story for another time now...

@PolitischTourette

Really great story you should write a Book. I was really hooked on your little anectode!!

@garybaker1359

I can hear every bit of the personality you describe in his voice and horn. Thank you for sharing the memory.

@toastwrld1365

Hahaha thats fucking cool i wish i couldve met chet

@mmscuf

That’s a good story! Mine, is less intimate, but here goes: I did not actually meet Chet Baker personally, but I did see a gig of his all by accident in London’s Ronnie Scott’s club in the spring of 1986. It was not by design, but by accident. A friend of mine and I were walking around Soho that particular night and invariably saw the billboard outside of the club advertising Chet Baker as that evening’s (and that week’s) attraction. I was vaguely familiar with Chet’s name but not much more than that. Did not even know he played the trumpet. Not having anything better to do that evening, we decided to pay the entrance fee and see him. Wow!! He was clearly a drugged-up wreck playing the amazing music (no singing) that we all associate with him. He played seated the entire two sets and when the break came, my friend and I thought he would not live through the break and that would be the end of the show... But he did survive the break and did come back to reward us with another 45 minutes of fabulous music. It was that night I actually discovered Chet Baker and started educating myself about his life and his music. All by coincidence, just by passing outside the club he was playing and out of curiosity about the music of someone I had vaguely heard off. A few years later, when he died in Amsterdam, I was impressed he had lasted that long. Because I was already impressed that in 1986 he had managed to survive the break between the two shows... God rest his soul, he had a troubled life during which he generously rewarded us with fabulous music.

@ippolitolamedica5562

You, lucky man...

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@michaelbartlett9954

Such density and depth. Chet moves me like few ever could.

@nealluczkiewicz6846

Intense emotional pain transformed into great beauty.
Thank you Chet and may God bless you.
This song has carried me through some tough moments.

@aurahanako6655

I wish i knew him, i met him and thanked him for living once in the world.
I wish i was born in golden time, and once in my life time i could see him breathing and making his great songs.
Poor me, i was born in the wrong time.

@musicfanBRA

Yes, sir, it's Chet Baker the trumpet man with his beautiful voice.

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