You know, I can't forget what I saw the last -
The bright red dress or the yellow sash.
The cold blew in with the past the day
I left my body and never came back.

Was in my tenth grade year when I lost my love.
She told me that she'd had enough.
The cold blew in and it burned the day
I left my body and never returned.

And you watch your baby become a lady,
And you cry, but maybe then
You'll get a chance again.

I brought an open heart and a big bouquet,
The perfect gift for a summer day.
You never know when you'll become a man.
I left that flower and never came back.

And you watch your baby become a lady,
And you cry, but maybe
She'll get a chance to save me.
In the time she kissed me, she became my history.
I would kill to try again.

I'll get a chance again.