(One-two, one-two-three)
We were always on our way
Rolling up our sleeves
Ever moving forward
In the tracks where we lived our simple lives
Kept our blinders on
Eyes to the horizon
I know, I'm no doctor, but I know
You can't live in the past
But the only way to go, is to go back
And return to who we were
Before we disappeared
Into the thick of big ideas
Now we can see the sweeping view
Waiting out the storm
Stuck under the awning
I know, I'm no doctor, but I know
You can't live in the past
But the only way to go, is to go back
Into everglades
Greener yesterdays
Skip the stones away
Go back to the start
Photos in the darkroom before they fade
So we hold to who we are
Even into the arc
Beyond our furthest edges
To a world full of strange and towering skies
And a chance to choose in time
To set out on our own way
I know, I'm no doctor, but I know
I'm no doctor, but I know
You can't live in the past
But the only way to go, is to go back
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