I Had It All - Afie Jurvanen

I had it all and my breath held tight

She heard a call kept her up most night

And worst of all wondering what about us was ever right

I stayed at home dreamt of all we might be

Egypt and Rome, she saw all she could see

Then coming home wondering why she couldn’t find me

Now measure time

To know what’s mine

I’m turning around

I’m turning around

Turning on a dime

Done it before dropped it all and I ran

I slept on the shore woke up cold and tanned

I burst through the door like I was still, still your man

Now measure time

To know what’s mine

I’m turning around

I’m turning around

Turning on a dime

I had it all