Here’s a little story ‘bout regret 

Doesn’t have an ending, it’s not finished yet 

But from what I know this far it’s just a peep at who 

we are 

And an incomplete sentence that you said 



Now it’s time to terminate our trust 

Even though to you and me it doesn’t matter much 

We can close our eyes and picture better days ahead 

Even now the phone begins to ring 



And our life hangs on a string 

And today we start to learn just what that means 

And somehow we’re faced with the fact 

That you won’t ever get this back 



This story’s short just like I said 

Can’t seem to get it through my thick head 

Started out with hope and now the ending is 

suppressed 

Smothered like a fire in your dreams 



Or will we burn for you tomorrow in your dreams 

Or will we pass out in the airport like a freak upon 

your seat 

Some freak upon your seat