Well, the first thing I recall was the rain upon my window

And the tricks the light would play as I watched the water run

Things were easier that day, but maybe forever after

In the spring when all my world was filled with the things I hadn't done

All the things I hadn't done

I was new and wild and green in those budding days of April

I was caught up in the dream of the journey just begun

Oh, beneath the endless sky, the highway was to begun

With the promise of adventure and of stories yet unsung

And of stories yet unsung

And the dreams that fill a lifetime are the treasures to be saved

Thus precious time to spare between the cradle and the grave

Now I'm standing in the rain in the leaves of late September

The season's flying past me now and winter's coming on

And I feel a stab of pain and regret when I remember

All the dreams that I had wished for and the things I haven't done

All the things I haven't done

And every drop of rain is like the sound of gentle laughter

For the dreams that I had wished for and the things I haven't done

All the things I haven't done