On My Way To You - Ann Hampton Callaway

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 relive the roles I’ve played,

The tears I may have squandered,

The many pipers I have paid

Along the roads I’ve 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

INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE

If I had changed a single day

What went amiss or went astray,

I may have never found my way to you

I wouldn’t change a thing that happened

On my way to you