Won't Be the Last Time
Echoes of Redemption: Reflections on Life's Regrets
Lyrics
I'm not going to say I don't deserve it
I acknowledge that I deserve the consequences.
Like all those other times
Similar situations have occurred before.
I'm not going to claim to know what happened I don't
I won't pretend to understand the events; there's uncertainty.
Even know how I got home that night
I don't remember how I reached home on that particular night.
Maybe I said some things I shouldn't
Possibly, I spoke words that were inappropriate.
Maybe I caused a scene
Maybe I caused a public disturbance.
Maybe I broke myself a promise
I may have broken a promise I never intended to fulfill.
That I never meant to keep
A promise that was unintentional.
It won't be the last time
This won't be the final instance of such behavior.
It won't be the last time
Reiterating the inevitability of repeating these actions.
It won't be the last time
Stressing that it's not a unique occurrence.
It won't be the last time
Emphasizing the recurrence of the behavior.
The first time I found love
My first experience with love was characterized by youth and selfishness.
Lord I was young and I was mean
At that time, I was both young and unkind.
And I took just what I wanted
I took what I wanted without considering consequences.
From that pretty little thing
Referring to a previous romantic interest.
And I never told her that I loved her
I never expressed love to her, though I sensed her desire.
I could see the want in her eyes
Her longing was visible in her eyes.
The last time that I saw her
We last parted ways with a farewell that night.
Is when we waved goodbye that night
Describing the final encounter with the mentioned person.
It won't be the last time
Repeating the refrain about the inevitability of recurrence.
It won't be the last time
Underlining the assurance that this behavior will happen again.
It won't be the last time
Emphasizing the repetitive nature of the actions.
It won't be the last time
Stating once more that it's not the final occurrence.
Now when I was young
Reflecting on youthful recklessness and insanity.
I was dumb and I was crazy
Describing a transition to the present, where age brings a sense of confinement.
Now I'm getting old
The world feels like it's closing in as I age.
And I feel this world closing in on me
Sensations of being trapped in an aging body and world.
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, expressing a desire for peace.
Just wishing Lord that I could sleep
Wishing for rest on that Sunday morning.
I got my hands down in my pockets
Pockets symbolize discomfort or nervousness.
Cause I'm shakin' like a leaf
Trembling like a leaf, suggesting anxiety or fear.
It won't be the last time
Reaffirming the inevitability of repeating past mistakes.
It won't be the last time
Repeating the message that this won't be the final occurrence.
It won't be the last time
Stressing the predictability of future similar actions.
It won't be the last time
Final emphasis on the recurring nature of the behavior.
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