I'm no longer counting; I'm not keeping score
I could say my list of lovers doesn't matter anymore
But some are always in my heart
And some I'm not so sure
Either way they all left their mark
And for some I found a cure
And from one you learn something
And another you learn, nothing
And there's one who might teach you everything
But before I learned to listen
And if indeed someone said it
Then I guess I must have lost it on the wind
Back when I was younger each one was a prize
Love just came along and hit you right between the eyes
And one was just a trophy catch
And one was like a curse
Some would want to bleed you dry
Some might quench your thirst
In cold water I went fishing
In warm seas I cast a line
And swore the heart I was reeling in
Was perfect at the time
You couldn't tell me I was wrong
You couldn't tell me anything
And if you did then I guess
I must have lost it on the wind