| Song | Missed My Chance |
| Artist | Griffin House |
| Album | Lost & Found |
| Passed through Main Street yesterday and, oh, this town just ain’t the same. | |
| Looked in the window and it was gone. All those tables I’d written on | |
| Were vainished as if I had never been there. | |
| Like poets and prophets who can’t find the words so they stare | |
| And all that made sense has somehow turned askew | |
| I missed my chance with you | |
| There were seconds then minutes then years that I could not breath | |
| In the Pere Lachaise with the hammer the chisel and the stone | |
| Now I’ve bartered and begged for what I believed | |
| And I saw that the name engraved was my own | |
| Now there’s nothing so peaceful as when I met you | |
| And there’s nothing so lonely as when it was through | |
| And the words, “I’m not here anymore,” echo into: | |
| I missed my chance with you | |
| Had love play so many tricks on me. | |
| I’ve always felt cheated that you’d make me leave. | |
| Like taking my sight after letting me see. | |
| I found out love had something up it’s sleeve. | |
| Leave me scattered like leaves by winds that never blew | |
| When I captured the starts in the palm of my hand it was true | |
| I’d just give them back | |
| To you | |
| I was seventeen, but just for one year | |
| I always knew one day I’d end up here. | |
| And the sands have now fallen to the evening of my afternoon | |
| I was always so ready to stay and always leaving too soon | |
| And I don’t want to think about it now, but I do. | |
| And my spirit is restless, ‘cause I know it’s true. | |
| I missed my chance with you. |
| Passed through Main Street yesterday and, oh, this town just ain' t the same. | |
| Looked in the window and it was gone. All those tables I' d written on | |
| Were vainished as if I had never been there. | |
| Like poets and prophets who can' t find the words so they stare | |
| And all that made sense has somehow turned askew | |
| I missed my chance with you | |
| There were seconds then minutes then years that I could not breath | |
| In the Pere Lachaise with the hammer the chisel and the stone | |
| Now I' ve bartered and begged for what I believed | |
| And I saw that the name engraved was my own | |
| Now there' s nothing so peaceful as when I met you | |
| And there' s nothing so lonely as when it was through | |
| And the words, " I' m not here anymore," echo into: | |
| I missed my chance with you | |
| Had love play so many tricks on me. | |
| I' ve always felt cheated that you' d make me leave. | |
| Like taking my sight after letting me see. | |
| I found out love had something up it' s sleeve. | |
| Leave me scattered like leaves by winds that never blew | |
| When I captured the starts in the palm of my hand it was true | |
| I' d just give them back | |
| To you | |
| I was seventeen, but just for one year | |
| I always knew one day I' d end up here. | |
| And the sands have now fallen to the evening of my afternoon | |
| I was always so ready to stay and always leaving too soon | |
| And I don' t want to think about it now, but I do. | |
| And my spirit is restless, ' cause I know it' s true. | |
| I missed my chance with you. |