I packed my bags with no regret I was gone before the first goodbye was said It's just easier that way And since that day, it's all I've known Leaving is the start of coming home That's all that keeps me sane
It's a different world between plastic keys and elevators Funny how a dream can make you cry It's a different world between pots and pans and kitchen tables But I wouldn't change a minute of my life
But I wouldn't change a minute of my life
Wake up calls and carpet floors Sleepin' in a room that's never yours Watchin' TV on demand To a broken couch and a car alarm And knowin' that I'll wake up in your arms Doin' nothin' just because we can
It's a different world between plastic keys and elevators Funny how a dream can make you cry It's a different world between pots and pans and kitchen tables But I wouldn't change a minute of my life
But I wouldn't change a minute of my life
As crazy as it sounds, I've lived this life for so long I've learned that goodbyes are the cross I have to bear And if God gave me a chance to do it all again Well, I wouldn't change a minute of my life
'Cause it's a different world between plastic keys and elevators Funny how a dream can make you cry It's a different world between pots and pans and kitchen tables But I wouldn't change a minute of this life
But I wouldn't change a minute of my lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
