I didn't know what day it was that day, Felt just like falling down on my knees to pray. Looked at myself, and all that I could say
Was,"I think I see the errors of my way". There in the glass there was something caught my eye, Although I try through my sighing not to cry. See where I am, and what I try to say, Just so I'll look at the errors of my way. Guess I got no one around to pull me through. I just need someone to turn to, yes, I do. Doin' my best just to change my yesterday, Then I won't have no more errors of my way.
Writer(s): Andrew Powell, Martin Turner, David Turner, Steve Upton