Thursday, December 17, 2020

Regrets . . .

 

When I start into thinking 
About the things that might have been,
I find that my imagination has no end. 
And though they’re not without their own attraction,
I can see, each time you look at me, 
I am exactly where I want to be.

And maybe I’ll never have that house in the country.
You won’t see me visiting those ritzy discotheques.
But I have no regrets. 
No I have no regrets.
See I have no regrets. 
No regrets . . . 

It’s a human kind of feeling.
It’s one that everybody knows
At least one time, if not another, as they grow, I do suppose. 
And though these things cross everybody’s mind 
I’ve got the key grasping reality. 
It’s the dessert I’m glad I didn’t eat.

Everybody is searching for something
That they’re afraid they might have missed.
And no matter how hard that you’re wishing
To have a second chance.
Don’t regret that you missed the dance,
Because the past is the past and you’re not gonna change it.

If it looks like I am distant,
Like I don’t hear a single word,
All the times that I’m not listening, but you think I really heard,
It doesn’t warrant any serious 
Concern, you see. It’s still the same old me,
And like a glove you fit me to a tee.

 



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