Tekstovi: Bowling For Soup. If Only.

If only you were here
If only I were I could see your eyes
If only I were with you if only I could kiss you
If only I had just one night to make this right
I would turn this thing around
I'm sad and lonely, drunk and tired of beating myself to a pulp
And I'm not giving... up

Somehow we fell off track
And got off the path that we'd beaten
I bet you thought that I had dried up and blown away
But I'm on a come back with a fury
And I'm gonna write myself a note
I'm on a mission and I thought that you should know