On My Way To You

So often as I wait for sleep, I find myself reciting The words I've said or should have said Like scenes that need rewriting, The smiles I never answered, Doors perhaps I should have opened, Songs forgotten in the morning I relive the roles I've played, The tears I may have squandered, The many pipers I have paid Along the roads I've wandered Yet all the time I knew it, Love was somewhere out there waiting Though I may regret a kiss or two If I had changed a single day What went amiss or went astra