When I first laid my eyes on that woman
feelings felt lost had made their return.
This could have been where it all began
as a new love arrived to take its turn.

Yet each time something doesn't work out
it just reminds me of how lonely I truly am.

Destined never find that person so devout
like a farmer that cares for each lamb.

While I long to find love, that deep fire
I come so close only to fail each time.
Now it's hard to do the work it requires
afraid I'm too old, and past my prime.

Part of me always fears I blew my chance
and that I've already had my last dance.