What If's and Should Have's

little boy blue, can’t blow his horn,
toys in the attic, are rusty and worn,
rainbows and moonbeams, he never did touch,
now what if’s and should have’s, are choking me, choking me up
lost in the memories, of yesterdays wine,
she was a jewel, i wish was still mine,
she gave me her heart, it wasn’t enough,
now what if’s and should have’s, are choking me, choking me up
now you might say, that i’m just crying in my beers,
but i ain’t crying, just shedding emotional tears
thinking back when, we had it all,
the sharing, the caring, the slips and the falls,
we’d count on each other, when the going got rough,
now what if’s and should have’s, are choking me, choking me up
now she has a husband, two kids and a life,
and i have her picture, when she was my wife,
when i go by her house, in my old chevy truck,
the what if’s and should have’s, start choking me, choking me,
heartaches and tear drops, are sometimes too much,
when what if’s and should have’s, are choking me, choking me up.
Writer; Tommy Roe, copyright 2002, publisher Roeboat Music, LLC