Words are aching to get out
If you could just open your mouth
Say the things you have to say
Before she turns and walks away
Out the door and out of
your life
But your bottom's gone it seems
Smashed along with all your dreams
And they don't want to hear another word
About what might have been
And here they come,
the old Sam Rands
Ending up where they began
Doesn't matter, lose or win
It's only now you've
played the game
Nice one mates,
you're such a good sport
Take a chance, you never know
You'll have better luck next go
Don't waste your life in ponderance
Of all the things that might have been
Mothers, Fathers, Daughters, Sons
Brothers, sisters, everyone
There's so much more yet to tell
Before I turn and say farewell
Once more I tip the bridge,
dear friends
Will I run forth on the road
One last time before we go
And we won't ever say another word
about what might have been
You