Song Description
Regret for not having spent enough time with Dad before he left.
Song Length |
3:24 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock, Folk - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Poignant, Moving |
Subject |
Regret, Frustration |
Similar Artists |
Toad The Wet Sprocket, Crowded House |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I believe in walking straight ahead in time
over dead white orchids you laid out to line
a path to love and ending fallen at your feet
with deep regrets for dead attempts
to give you what you need.
And it seems I've taken to talkin' to myself
the next best thing.
It used to be all right, there was always still time.
You were always there to give out
more than what you had.
And I was always here to take from far away I can
control the love in phone calls,
always very brief.
We haven't really much to say,
we haven't talked in weeks.
And it seems I've taken to talkin' to myself
the next best thing.
It used to be all right, there was always still time.
Another fine example just arrived.
You gave your over-time.
I am not surprised.
There must be some recessive gene
that dominates inside of me my selfish is
as selfish gets, and selfish takes what selfish takes.
And it seems I've taken to talkin' to myself
the next best thing.
It used to be all right, there was always still time.
So I am coming home it's different now
We'll walk in frozen fields for hours and I won't complain
We can drive forever farther North and talk about
how beautiful the night can be
Where the air is so clean.