so often as i wait for sleep
i find myself reciting
the words i've or should have said
like scenes that need rewriting
the smiles i never answered
doors perhaps i should have opened
songs forgotten in the morning
i relive the roles i've played
the tears i may have squandered
the many pipers i have paid
along the roads i've wandered
yet all the time i knew it
love was somewhere out there waiting
though i may regret a kiss or two
if i had changed a single day
what went amiss or went astray
i may have never found my way to you
if i had changed a single day
what went amiss or went astray
i may have never found my way to you
i wouldn't change a thing that happened
on my way to you... |