I mistook the warnings for wisdom From so called friends quick to advise Though your touch was telling me otherwise Somehow I saw you as a weakness I thought I had to be strong Oh but I was just young, I was scared, I was wrong
Not a night goes by I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been And I listened to my pride When my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been A home
Guess I did what I did believing That love is a dangerous thing Oh but that couldn't hurt anymore than never knowing...
Not a night goes by I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been And I listened to my pride When my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been A home
Two walls, a door some windows if the exception proves the rule, I guess that's true