Almost Home

I saw my life this morning
Lying at the bottom of a drawer
All this stuff Im saving
God knows what this junk is for
And whatever I believed in This is all I have to show
What the hell were all reasons
For holding on for such dear life
Heres where I let go Im not running
Im not hiding
Im not reaching
Im just resting in the arms of the great wide open
Gonna pull my soul in And Im almost home
I saw you this morning
You were looking straight at me From an ancient photograph
Stuck between letters and some keys
I was lost just for a moment
In the ache of old goodbyes
Sometimes all that we can know is Theres no such thing as no regrets
Baby its all right
Repeat chorus
Instrumental
Theres no such thing as no regrets
But baby its alright
Repeat chorus