Wasted Words Lyrics

There are days when sorrow seems never-ending
Like the countless roads upon which I've driven
The price of attachment in pursuit of dreams
That I so often can't seem to remember
Yet there are days when beauty cannot be contained
It even crawls out from under ordinary thingsA foreigner, no place to go
Holding on, making the most
Of what little time I haveAll the wasted words I said
In all the cities that I left
The last act of our precious play
Must not close with regretI will not leave whishing I had done things differentlyThe moments I treasure are delsom the ones
That I planned for
And if I knew where pain hid I might still let it go
So when the audience has run toward the latest drift
It will be my time to face the life that I have setA foreigner in my own home
Holding on, no place to goAll the wasted words I said
In all the cities that I left
The last act of our precious play

Must not close with regret (regret)
All the wasted wordsSome days the line between peace
And pain seems more like blur
But I know with certainty
I can't leave wishing, I cannot leave
I can't leave wishing I'd done things differently