Our Lives...

are better left to chance...
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss, the dance.

Some days, when it's black and white and grey,
and not a color in the sky or on the ground
but melting snow, you roll down the window a bit
appreciate the moisture in the air, and think:
They picked the right song to play today...

Pain in that boy's voice,
he must of been singing 'bout
a melting February day.
Dontcha think?