Missed My Chance- Griffin House

Passed through Main Street yesterday
and, oh, this town just isn't the same.
Looked in the window and it was gone,
all those tables I'd written on
were vanished as if I had never been there.
Like the poets and prophets who can't find the words
so they stare.
And all that made sense has somehow turned askew.
I missed my chance with you.

There were seconds, then minutes, then years that I could not breathe.
In the Pere Lachaise with the hammer the chisel and the stone.
Now I've bartered and begged for what I believed
and I saw that the name engraved was my own.
Now there's nothing so peaceful as when I met you.
and there's nothing so lonely as when it was through.
And the words "I'm not here anymore" echo into
"I missed my chance with you"

Had love play so many tricks on me,
I've always felt cheated that you'd make me leave.
Like taking my sight after letting me see,
I found out love had something up it's sleeve.
Leave me scattered like leaves by winds that never blew.
When I captured the starts in the palm of my hand,
it was true;
I'd just give them back
to you.

I was eighteen, but just for one year.
I always knew one day I'd end up here.
And the sands have now fallen to the evening of my afternoon.
I'm always so ready to stay, and always leaving too soon.
And I don't want to think about it now, but I do
And my spirit is restless, because I know it's true,
I missed my chance with you.