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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #230
Peak in subgenre #65
Author
Todd / Scott-Hinkle
Rights
2012
Uploaded
February 04, 2012
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:11
Story behind the song
She met an old man who had just lost his wife, his better half for most of his life. How do you adjust?
Lyrics
He was staring at the perfumes in the case
Time bowed his shoulders, wrote stories on his face
Spoke as if he knew me, though our paths had never crossed
He talked about that fragrance and how love is never lost
Gotta say he drew me in with what he felt and where he’d been
Looking off he said, “It's not enough, if I could do it all again
I’d hurt like it’s taking me somewhere
I’d flirt with life, enjoy without a care
I’d hold on to every second we had
‘Cause I’d know we’d miss them all, the good times and bad
And I’d love and toss caution to the wind
If I could do it all again”
I saw a glimmer, a spark in his eyes
When he looked at me I saw him see a glimps of her in mine
Said that he'd been spoiled too many years to count
And those times he took for granted, he ached to turn around
When I saw what he had seen, and knew where he had been
Felt his gravity, when he said, “If I could do it all again
I’d hurt like it’s taking me somewhere
I’d flirt with life, enjoy without a care
I’d hold on to every second we had
‘Cause I’d know we’d miss them all, the good times and bad
And I’d love and toss caution to the wind
If I could do it all again”
Heard him whisper he felt a little bit crazy, wondering where she had been
Put my hand on his as he looked right through me, and into the air he said
If I could do it all again
I’d hurt like it was taking me somewhere
I’d flirt with life, enjoy without a care
And I’d hold on to every second we had
‘Cause I’d know we’d miss them all, when they’re gone we’d miss them all
And I’d love and toss caution to the wind
Lose the gloves and take every bit in
Fill my cup and I’d never say when
If I could do it all again
Do it all again
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