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 T.
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 T.
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