All the things I’ve done.
All the missed opportunities
and the chances that I’ve missed.
But then again, all the things I’ve won
and the things I’ve lost.
All the things I did instead.
All the times I should have stayed in bed.
Oh, the sacrifices and the cost.
All the things I’ve seen.
All the things I’ll see again
and the little things.
I’m only happy with who I could have been.
This couldn’t happen to a better man.
Oh, to be young again.