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.
