Wasted Words

There are days when sorrow seems never-ending Like the countless roads upon which I've driven The price of attachment in pursuit of dreams That I so often can't seem to remember Yet there are days when beauty cannot be contained It even crawls out from under ordinary things A foreigner, no place to go Holding on, making the most Of what little time I have All the wasted words I said In all the cities that I left The last act of our precious play Must not close with regret I will not leave wishing I had done things differently The moments I treasure are seldom the ones That I planned for And if I knew where pain hid I might still let it go So when the audience has run toward the latest drift It will be my time to face the life that I have set A foreigner in my own home Holding on, no place to go All the wasted words I said In all the cities that I left The last act of our precious play Must not close with regret (regret) All the wasted words Some days the line between peace And pain seems more like a blur But I know with certainty I can't leave wishing, I cannot leave I can't leave wishing I'd done things differently All the wasted words I said In all the cities that I left The last act of our precious play Must not close with regret (regret) All the wasted words