On My Way 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 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 when to miss or when to stray I may have never found my way to you If I had changed a single day What when to miss or when to stray I may have never found my way to you I wouldn't change a thing that happened On my may to you