Why am I always the one with the memories? Long road behind me, long road as far as I can see. I spend far too much time talking to the dog and the cat. They think so, too.
Regrets would drive me under if I had any notion that I might have done anything better. I've squeezed out everything that I've had. I was tuned to some weird frequency in the design process and I've marched out of step every step of the way.
I have loved as hard as I could go and I've not done it well. I have sung off key but I have sung with all my heart. I'm pretty sure that I would do it this way again. Keep an eye on me. I'll take all the love you've got.