Early morning, late night arrivals
This Ball and Chain has hold of me
Fingers to the Grindstone spinning out survival
The bitter taste of freedom makes those fingers bleed

Would I have listened or even paid attention
If someone out there had taken time out to warn me
With peace and harmony, both concepts clearly missing
This mounting rock pile being my daily keep

Early searching for a life of comfort
Not what the world in which I live suggests
Open up the shades pull back the covers
You'll see just who I am...Mr. Regret

Too late now I wish that I had slowed down
Smelled my share of roses along the way
The ladder of success could have come with a few rungs less
What good is money if you give your soul away

Looking back now I have to sadly wonder
At the insanity and its sludge of upkeep
Bright ideas like lighting flash with no thunder
All of it now raining down on my parade

Now my days are spent with empty plunder
Trying to make sense of how it all came down to this
If I coulda, woulda, shoulda only seen around life's corner
Then I wouldn't be the shell of who I am...Mr. Regret