Our View from Here

There are things I try to tell you
Thoughts that just build up inside me
And you listen, but you don’t hear
I’m looking for a sign that says you care
Lord, I wish you’d care
God, just too many fears

So I try,
Not to lie,
Cuz I die,
A bit more inside
And I try,
Not to lie,
Cuz I die,
A bit more inside

Tomorrow 10 years will have gone
Where will you stand when you get there?
I don’t want to look back and say
I should have said this; I wished I’d done that
Lord, I hate regrets
God, I have regrets

And I wish I had just one more day
So I wouldn’t have to sit here and say