I've done some real dumb things in my time, things I'd rather forget. Thrown a few stones, broke some hearts and bones that still haven't quite set. Out there somewhere walking a line, between fair and foul play. Trying to get some kind of grip on the one that got away. I've had my fair share of dreams come true, I guess I'm doing alright. Lucky enough in money and love to sleep most of the night. I make it a rule to look forward, like the wise men say. But sometimes I still wonder about the one that got away. Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm okay. Maybe I'll settle down or grow up someday. Now there's umpteen years between where I was and where I wanted to be. There's wear and tear and a little less hair, but it's still the same me. My life is like a fishing story, gets bigger each day. While I'm keeping an eye on what's going by for the one that got away. My life is like a fishing story, gets bigger each day. While I'm keeping an eye on what's going by for the one that got away. Yeah, I'm keeping an eye on what's going by for the one that got away.