"Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been"
Ev'ry time I think I'm done with love
So very tired and done with love
Here you come, with an often, soften look in your eyes
My heart tells my brain here we go again!
It won't be long, I know it's coming
The moment you decide to break my heart
And steal another day
I go back to where I was
To reset for the next time you soften, often your eyes
And take my hand to another land
Of dreams and drama
Oh what-might-have-been, I see so often and I'm sad to see it's shore again.