Из альбома: Live in Europe
Staring at the empty page before me All the years of wreckage run through my head
Patterns of my live have thawed and torn me Revealing hurtful shame and deep lament
Overwhelming sorrow now absorbs me As the pen begins to trace my darkest past
Signs throughout my life that should have warned me Of all the wrongs I’ve done for which I must repent
I once thought it better to regret
Things that I have done, then haven’t
Sometimes you’ve got to be wrong
Learn the hard way
Sometimes you’ve got to be strong
When you think it’s too late
Staring at the finished page before me All the damage now so clear and evident
Thinking 'bout the dreaded task in store for me A bitter fear at the thought of my amends
Hoping that the step will help restore me To face my past and ask for forgiveness
Cleaning up my dirty side of this un-swept street
Could this be the beginning of the end?
I once thought it better to regret
Things that I have done, then haven’t
Sometimes you’ve got to be wrong
Learn the hard way
Just when you’re through hanging on You’re saved