Richard Marx

What I had to flaunt
Has come back to haunt
Like a restless wind
And the best of times
That were left behind
They come blowing in
No one's pushing me
Through that door
But it might as well be
A forty-four in the night
It's too late to say goodbye
I'm all out of lies
It's too late to say goodbye
How can I resist
One more stranger's kiss
Should the thrill be gone
And if I must refrain
Will I wind up the same