Time being what it is

It’s dark in the rear view
Windshield’s blinding bright
White knuckles do the steering
I hope that you’re alright

A mole tells me the future
Scars tell me the past
Every step of every set up
Each one of my disasters

When they said I was, I wasn’t
Now they don’t, I am
When they said I did, I didn’t
Now they don’t, I do

REPEAT 3 verses

To what go they back
When they go back
Go back to themselves
Go way way back

REPEAT endless