About a guy that coulda played pro ball, had it all, but made a series of bad decisions about things, so the story..Now he's haunted by the thought, always there. Everyone can relate to something close I'm sure..
As I sit in spite I wonder, all I could or might have been,
Instead the road I took I should have taken the bridge the wind-swept road laid under.
What might have been I often ponder reflects the ventured course forsaken,
The bridge the rolling sea where under
lays the broken road I should have taken.