Somewhere Along the Line - Dinah Washington
Somewhere along the line
You met this heart of mine
Would it unwind it
Now you would shun it over a glass of wine
Friends knew it all the time
That no weeding bells would chime
I was just a young dreamer
No match for a schemer
Your's was a lover's crime
Folks gossiped
It was too good to be true
They bet you'd search for someone new
This pendent world of ours was paradise
I was blind by the star dust in my eyes
While you like gambler with his last dime
I know you try one more time
But I prayed like Napoleon Bonaparte
You'll meet your
Waterloo somewhere along the line
Somewhere
Somewhere along the line