12-12-84

12-12-84 Ten o'clock at night Funny how you can remember Certain moments in your life I wish I could go back To take back the words i said Thought it's been years since that night They still echo in my head Time is a teacher Time has taught me well What brings a man to his knees Is often brought on by himself If a second chance were offered And she could love me like before I'd go back to the end and start over again On 12-12-84 (Twelve twelve eighty-four) A cold wind was blowing It whistled through the pines I told her I don't need her And she told me goodbye I remember embers dying In the ashes and the coals And like smoke up the chimney I watched a true love go Time is a teacher Time has taught me well What brings a man to his knees Is often brought on by himself If a second chance were offered And she could love me like before I'd go back to the end and start over again On 12-12-84 (Twelve twelve eighty-four)