michael franks
on my way home 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 relived the roles I've played The tears I may have squandered The many pipers I have paid along the roads I 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 astray I may have never found my way to you