Chances

[verse] I sit here, with myself, Thinking about chances, of the past, The many things, I could’ve said, And been, a winner, fast. The chances I have had, Sit right before me now, And I sit here, with a frown on my face, I turned them down, but how? [chorus] Chances! I always miss them come, And when I want them to occur again, It’s much too late, my chance is gone. [verse] I sit here, by myself, Thinking about chances, of today, The dream that she’ll say yes to me, For truth gives me dismay. I wish the past could come, Repeat itself on me, I’d do it right, the second time round, And let my nerves run free. [chorus] Chances! I always miss them come, And when I want them to occur again, It’s much too late, my chance is gone. [refrain] Oh chances, I always miss them come, And now I want them to occur again, It’s much too late, they’ve gone. [outro] Much too late, my chance is gone. It’s much too late, they’ve surely gone.