I was wrong to say
I wouldn't change a thing.
Cause in the story of our lives,
the best of times through color glass.
Time goes on enough to let me move past.
But every little now and then
it creeps on back to shad
I was wrong to say
I wouldn't change a thing.
Cause in the story of our lives,
the best of times through color glass.
Time goes on enough to let me move past.
But every little now and then
it creeps on back to shad