Looking Backward

Like a setting sun
Couldn't bake the ground
As a wave that breaks
Far from the shore

So much that I couldn't see
Looking backward
So much that I wouldn't feel
Goin forward

Lookin backward
Lookin backward

Like a crystal ball
Becomes opaque with age
For every nail that drives
Another hand will rise

Time will never move the same
Goin forward
Time will never look the same
Movin forward
Movin forward
Movin forward