Regret 

It's a bad situation. the world spun out of control
Gray skies press down harder
And she's the only one that knows 

Long distance always calling
Desperation limp and spent
Forget the dance and the fawning
Every man has his regret 

I know you boy and your tailor
And the price of a load
Come on, why all the tears now
You take the steps You've got to go 

Another one is dead and gone now
Laid so neatly there to rest
Gravestones are the markers
Signposts of your regret 

I know You and that hunger
And the meal You make alone
Come on, why act so glum now
You say you want I know you don't 

Count the ones that are gone now
Each one was heaven sent
But the gravestones arc the markers
And every man has his regret