Regrets of Yesterday

Three hundred and eighty-seven miles just to prove that I’m fine
Somewhere between here and Birmingham, I stopped looking for signs
To make me feel like all these decisions I have made
They won’t become regrets of yesterday

Day in and day out, I’m just trying to get by
Hours pass–love that doesn’t last; I’m holding on to what’s inside
So I can feel like all these choices I have made
They won’t become regrets of yesterday

And I’m longing to find my place in this world
Am I lonely? Well, isn’t every boy and girl?
Is this the only way to find my way to freedom?
Well, I don’t know; it’s too late to say
All I can hope is that these won’t become regrets of yesterday

Lovers come and lovers go and pieces fall but not in place
Is this where my heart belongs? Am I my own rival in this game?
Where I feel like all these moves that I have made
They might become regrets of yesterday

This is not a change of heart though I don’t know what is
I guess it’s all for the best though I’m still asking, “What if?”
In hopes that I might feel these mistakes that I have made
They might become regrets of yesterday

And I’m longing to find my place in this world
Am I lonely? Well, isn’t every boy and girl?
Is this the only way to find my way to freedom?
Well, I don’t know; it’s too late to say
All I can hope is that these won’t become regrets of yesterday

All these years gone by, and I have nothing left to show
Through all the joy and all the pain, all I know is I’m coming home
________

(Appears on Born & Raised)
Music & Lyrics by Jeremiah Clark
Copyright 2014 Fifth and Madison Publishing, ASCAP.

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