I sit here at my table
and my face is all aglow…
I've been up all night listening
to oldies radio.
The music that I'm hearing
reminds me of my past…
I wonder when I lost my way
and why I chose this path.
Where are the women of my life
and where are all my sons…
Am I to live my life alone
until my life is done?
Why did I choose a life of work
and not a life of fun?
I shouldered all those burdens…
why was I the one?
When I feel nostalgia
for all the things by gone…
How do I explain to me
all the things I've done?
I seldom feel regret's sharp pain
I rarely share my past…
but I'm coming closer to my end
I feel it coming fast.
If I could do just one thing more
take a gift from far above
I'd live my life without the cost
of living without love.