Years from now,
You’ll be in your bed
Next to your wife,
Stroking her head.
And you’ll wish it was me.

She’ll look deep in your eyes
And say “I love you”
And though you say it back,
You know that one thing’s true:
You’ll wish it was me.

You’ll have nights on the town,
Just you and your wife.
The kids back at home
Having the time of her life.
But you’ll wish it was me.

You’ll regret leaving me
And you’ll cry into the night.
She’ll hole you to comfort you,
Trying with all her might,

And you’ll wish it was me.