Always, and after things have passed
do I think of you, and see where I went wrong.
then the revelvaltions come so fast
of what I should have done all along.
But somehow in the middle of it all
I forget to call on you
and ask that you'll not let me fall
and that you'll see me through.
Instead I let myself go on and break
the promises I made,
From my uselesness I cannot wake,
all reason seems to fade.
Then always, and after things have passed
do I turn and think of you
and know that you'll forgive me to the last.
How I wish to be worthy of you!