There comes a time I look at what might have been
Really, mostly, I am happy it’s not me
Loves gone into the ocean breeze
Carried out to sea
A message in the bottle never opened
Wistful and a little lonely

Am I ready for this leap? This change of pace
In my heart I know not yet
But when I see the pictures I think
Of who I am and what might have been
And I feel a little lonely and out of place