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 sayWas,'I think I see the errors of my way'.There in the glass there was something caught my eye,Although I try th
rough 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.