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