So often as I wait for sleep
I find myself reciting
The words I?ve said 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 relived the roles I played


The tears I may have squandered
The many pipers, I have paid

Along the roads, I 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 when to miss or when to stray

I may have never found my way to you

If I had changed a single day
What when to miss or when to stray
I may have never found my way to you


I wouldn?t change a thing that happened
On my may to you