The choices that I’ve made are strange,
I’m sure you’ve made them, too:
Sometimes, there’s no explaining
What we choose to say and do.
I’ve heard some people say they’ve lived
Their lives without regret;
But that is not the life I’ve lived,
At least, it isn’t yet –
For all of my strange choices show
That I am like most men:
The chance is really good that I’ll
Make more of them, again