12-12-8—4 ten o'clock at night
Funny how you can remember certain moments in your life
I wish I could go back to take back the words I said
Though it's been years since that night
They still echo in my head
Time is a teacher and time has taught me well
What brings a man to his knees is often brought on by himself
If a second chance were offered she could love me like before
I'd go back to the end and start over again on 12-12-8—4
A cold wind was blowing it whistled through the pines
I told her I don't need her and she told me goodbye
I remember embers dying in the ashes and the coals
And like smoke up the chimney I watched a true love go
Time is a teacher and time has taught me well
What brings a man to his knees is often brought on by himself
If a second chance were offered she could love me like before
I'd go back to the end and start over again on 12-12-8—4
I'd go back to the end and start over again on 12-12-8--4