Blues Traveler - My Only Regret Lyrics
Music & lyrics: john popperPlease let me speak of my only regretLet me speak of the girl that Im sure youve all metA kind with the earth like a dream that youve hadTerribly happy and wonderfully sadThis dream got to know me when I was in schoolShe made me look silly while I tried to act coolShe asked me to dance and I flatly refusedFor my perpetual fear of being abusedShe brushed me once more, and I turned awaySo I cant help but wonder, what if Id stayedDevoid of a purpose, devoid of a placeI muster my courage by the smile on her faceIm not used to people didnt know who they wereIt needed a reason so Id do it all for herTo pry for a meeting, how secretly I dreamedSong and dance to hide, how easily it screamedShe asked me to dance and I flatly refusedFor my perpetual fear of being abusedShe brushed me once more, and I turned awayBut I cant help but wonder, what if Id stayedSoon I wound up in a rock and roll bandA conquested number part of my total planOne night we played for many, but I played for oneShed not yet arrived and soon wed be doneWe finished too early and another band was onMy hopes for impressing this girl were goneShe asked me to dance and I flatly refusedFor my perpetual fear of being abusedShe brushed me once more, and I turned awayBut I cant help but wonder, what if Id stayedShe got there soon after and to my surpriseShe walked right up to me with those beautiful eyesShe tried conversation, I tried to be boldI came off indifferent, my manner was coldI could see I was tired, perhaps unpreparedBut the truth of the matter, I was too damn scaredYou see she asked me to dance and I flatly refusedFor my perpetual fear of being abusedShe brushed me once more, and I turned awayBut I cant help but wonder, what if Id stayedIn different directions our two lives have ledAnd though not with her, but with thoughts in my headRegrets can be scary, they can choke like a nooseBut I also believe they can be put to good useSo follow your views, but be sure that theyre yoursAnd try them out in real life, cause thats what theyre forShe asked me to dance and I flatly refusedMy perpetual fear of being abusedShe brushed me once more, and I turned awayBut I cant help but wonder, to this very dayThe next time the girl of your dreams asks to dancePut your dreams on the shelf and just give it a chance
