I’ve gone out with the boys just drinking ‘til one,
Raising some hell and having some fun,
Then I’d come home to her and apologize.
She would threaten to leave and I’d beg her to stay,
Promising things would be different someday,
But every promise I made brought tears to her eyes.
She only wanted to love and believe in me,
But she wanted someone that I couldn’t be,
For I was a restless soul who wanted to play.
She needed someone whose love could be true,
But each time she got upset I knew
That I could make things right when I would say
This time it’s going to be different, baby.
This time I’ll give you the love that you need.
Give me another chance and maybe
You’ll see there’s no reason for you to leave.
But this time it seems she’s not listening to me,
She’s already made her choice in her mind.
Something I said must have made her angry.
I guess it was just a matter of “this timeâ€.
Sept. 16, 1990
© 2010 – 2011, Steven R. Drennon. All rights reserved.