sometimes i have regrets about some things i’ve said
i don’t mean to offend
sometimes i fall asleep before i go to bed
might as well pretend

sometimes i waken when i smell the morning air
the dew still twinkling to my eyes
sometimes i leave the bus before i’ve paid my fare
too bad i can’t cry

sometimes i try to smile as if i’m having fun
i could be going anywhere
sometimes i look around but can’t see anyone
no one is there

sometimes i stumble to a place i’ve never been
my journey is lonely and long
sometimes the barber shaves my face a bit too thin
since you’ve been gone