Story Behind The Song

I wrote this to describe the way I felt after thie first night I met my wife and didn't get her number. I wrote as a sort of birthday/Valentines song. Her birthday is Valentines day.

Lyrics

Critical Mistake
Lyrics and Music
By Frank Friedman

Running through the winter land warmed by April wind.
Down near where the highway ends is where she laughed among her friends.
No longer can claim innocence, she warmed my frozen soul
I drove into the setting sun and back into the cold

I’ll never hear her tender laugh
Or she the grace that she cast
Or see her smile with delight,
Through azure eyes.
I’ll’ never fill her with joy,
Or see her sprits running high.
Or know what surely could have been a rapturous love.
Rapturous Love.

As I walk down this wretched path,
Lost in reverie
The Summer fragrance fills my soul
And stirred her memory,
She cut through my passivity with unpretentious flair.
Her spirit moves beneath my skin,
I’m touched by something rare.
Sprits running high.

I’ll never hear her tender laugh
Or she the grace that she cast
Or see her smile with delight,
Through azure eyes.
I’ll’ never fill her with joy,
Or see her sprits running high.
Or know what surely could have been a rapturous love.
Rapturous Love.

Woke up in a fever beating in my chest,
Grasping for oxygen.
Woke up in a fever
My heart will never rest.
Know I’ll never see her again.
It’s looking like a critical mistake

Woke up in a fever,
Woke up in a fever,
Woke up in a fever.