I met the right girl, But met her at the wrong time.
She was tryin to complete my world, I should've stayed and walked the line.
Her hair was flowing, eyes were glowing, Should've bet it all without knowing
What we could have ever been, or what should’ve been.
I was a young, dumb, stupid sixteen year old,
Wishing that I knew the story that we could have told.
We sat at the back of twenty-one
we were singing, I loved her first.
With your head on my shoulder, hand in hand.
Looking back on the memories that we share,
Wishing to have the chance to run my fingers through your hair.
To have just the one opportunity, to have you look at me,
With eyes so full and heart so tender and warm.
The way you did on bus twenty-one.
Being with you was the greatest happiness,
I was in total bliss, I'd long for the tenderness of your kiss.
Passing each other in the hallways with a blush and grin,
My heart would rush to the beat of your love within.
Such a beautiful couple, nothing would ever tear us apart.
Many lost adventures as I gaze into your eyes,
You are a masterpiece, a wonderful piece of art.
I began to realize what would become our demise.
We sat at the back of twenty-one
we were singing, I loved her first.
With your head on my shoulder, hand in hand.
Looking back on the memories that we share,
To have the chance to run my fingers through your hair.
To have just the one opportunity, to have you look at me,
With eyes so full and heart so tender and warm.
The way you did on bus twenty-one.
I was the cowboy with a bit of a wild side,
You were the good girl that was down to ride.
Would you wait for me after you graduate?
guess now we’ll never know that debate.
I was scared and my heart was breaking,
I made the wrong choice in the decision I was making.
I broke the knot that was to be tied,
It still kills me inside, walking away as you cried.
I am so sorry truly I am, no it's not a trick not a scam,
Wish you could see me for the man that I am.
I made a mistake that I will never get a chance to make right,
I pray for your forgiveness when I talk to the Lord at night.
I’m sorry.
Yeah, she was the right girl, but it was the wrong time,
She may have completed my world, I should’ve stayed and walked the line.
We sat at the back of twenty-one
we were singing, I loved her first.
With your head on my shoulder, hand in hand.
Looking back on the memories that we share,
To have the chance to run my fingers through your hair.
To have just the one opportunity, to have you look at me,
With eyes so full and heart so tender and warm.
The way you did on bus twenty-one.
Cblackerby