

When I was twenty,
life looked simple Just follow every road they drew So I worked
while others fell in love
Built a future brick by brick
Never stopped to ask myself
What if love don’t work like this {intimate opening with piano and
brushed groove} I kept my heart in order
Kept my hope in line
But every door I opened
Left a little more behind {gentle lift} So tell me How many
almosts make a man How many chapters never land How many times
can hope survive Before it starts to shake in your hands I’m
not angry
I’m just tired Of waving at a life
That never stayed long enough to be
mine
{full hook with stacked harmonies} Then came a girl who read about
monks She smiled like everything was light
We played golf beneath the summer sun
Talked for hours until the night But somewhere between friend and love
She couldn’t cross the other side {drop back to story focus} Weeks
later in the heat of June I asked how she had been
Silence answered every word And I felt that same ache again {rising
tension} So tell me How many almosts make a man How many
chapters never land How many times can hope survive Before it starts
to shake in your hands I’m not
broken
Just bruised Trying to believe
Love hasn’t already chosen someone new {bigger chorus with emotional lift} Then
another heart walked through the door With little hearts inside her texts
She called me sweet,
she made me laugh
But every plan became someday Until one message finally said You’re wonderful,
just not for me
{stripped late-verse confession}
She said once
You’re exactly the kind of man I wish I could fall in
love with
Funny how one soft sentence Can hold two things at once And
the deepest kind of hurt {bridge breakdown} Now tomorrow waits in another
city
Another stranger Another chance Maybe she’s the one who reads my soul
at a glance Maybe not But I’ll still show up {hope returns}
I’m not angry
I’m just tired
Of waving at a life That never stayed long enough
to be mine
But every morning I got up And believed again {final refrain fading
to
piano}