As I reach back, time moves ahead
And I reach out, sweet memories within my grasp
By melancholy I am led
to feeling that I\'ve come to lack
Memories keep moving back
in rearviews on life\'s great racetrack
further back
further back into my past
The fondest memories I can tap
are trapped within, and in their grasp
I\'m pulled back right where I begin
right into the past
I look ahead and am now lost
I look around, don\'t rocognize these brand new paths
and intersections I now cross
forward timeline, such a loss
for my energy is lost
on looking up and looking back
in rearviews on life\'s great racetrack
looking back
looking back into the past