A man reflects on the past, and the regrets he has.
lyrics
He walks down the alley, one more for the tally, the list is incredibly long.
He opens the door, they ask him for more, he woefully sings his song.
He’s the anti-believer, but still he would see her and cut himself down to the bone.
Along comes another, a beautiful lover, but he’d rather be alone.
Six years ago to the day, to the day, he wished he had watched her as she walked away.
He had forgotten how much he loved the back of her head.
Puts down the menu, and searches the venue to find a resemblence of her.
Given a break, he sits in the wake of waves he can’t remember.
Letter is signed, but blank as his mind. He crumples it up in his hand
Bleeding a little, his insides are brittle, tied up with an old rubber band.
Six years ago to the day, to the day, he wished he had told her as she walked away.
The three words he never would say were the only ones left.
Six years ago to the day, to the day, he wished he had chased her as she walked away.
Instead he just stared straight ahead, and he thought he was better.
In all of his years, the drowning of beers has never convinced him of such.
He stands by the sill, and inside his Jill forgets that he ever was much.
credits
from Wheel,
released June 11, 2008
Orchestration- Jonathan Neal
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