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My Only Regret
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Music & Lyrics: John Popper
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Please let me speak of my only regret
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Let me speak of the girl that I'm sure you've all met
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A kind with the earth like a dream that you've had
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Terribly happy and wonderfully sad
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This dream got to know me when I was in school
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She made me look silly while I tried to act cool
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She asked me to dance and I flatly refused
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For my perpetual fear of being abused
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She brushed me once more, and I turned away
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So I can't help but wonder, what if I'd stayed
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Devoid of a purpose, devoid of a place
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I muster my courage by the smile on her face
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I'm not used to people didn't know who they were
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It needed a reason so I'd do it all for her
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To pry for a meeting, how secretly I dreamed
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Song and dance to hide, how easily it screamed
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She asked me to dance and I flatly refused
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For my perpetual fear of being abused
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She brushed me once more, and I turned away
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But I can't help but wonder, what if I'd stayed
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Soon I wound up in a rock and roll band
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A conquested number part of my total plan
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One night we played for many, but I played for one
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She'd not yet arrived and soon we'd be done
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We finished too early and another band was on
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My hopes for impressing this girl were gone
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She asked me to dance and I flatly refused
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For my perpetual fear of being abused
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She brushed me once more, and I turned away
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But I can't help but wonder, what if I'd stayed
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She got there soon after and to my surprise
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She walked right up to me with those beautiful eyes
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She tried conversation, I tried to be bold
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I came off indifferent, my manner was cold
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I could see I was tired, perhaps unprepared
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But the truth of the matter, I was too damn scared
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You see she asked me to dance and I flatly refused
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For my perpetual fear of being abused
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She brushed me once more, and I turned away
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But I can't help but wonder, what if I'd stayed
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In different directions our two lives have led
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And though not with her, but with thoughts in my head
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Regrets can be scary, they can choke like a noose
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But I also believe they can be put to good use
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So follow your views, but be sure that they're yours
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And try them out in real life, cause that's what they're for
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She asked me to dance and I flatly refused
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My perpetual fear of being abused
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She brushed me once more, and I turned away
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But I can't help but wonder, to this very day
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The next time the girl of your dreams asks to dance
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Put your dreams on the shelf and just give it a chance
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My Only Regret
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Blues Traveler |