Bar Fight

He should have said I'm sorry.

I should have walked away.

I killed a man this evening

And I'll never be the same

Did he think about his error?

Did he think about his wife?

Did she feel his pain from far away

As I twisted in the knife?

I can't escape his beery breath,

I can't wash off his blood.

I can’t forget his gasping death

As he slipped down to the mud

I hear my running footsteps,

feel the pounding in my head;

I see the flashing sirens

I should be who's dead.

My life was rosy yesterday;

My problems then now small.

My life is something different now

A stranger's after all.

I think about the trial,

I think about the chair.

I think about the needle

And what's waiting for me there.

He should have said I'm sorry

I should have walked away.

I killed a man this evening

And I'll never be the same.