stretching out and fading away in front of me
following in front of me 'round every turn
since before my license earned
at first i stared at the buick ornament on the hood
but now i can relax and think about
things like what makes me bad what makes us good
objects in mirror are closer than they appear
said the words on all behind me
memories and dusty friends
that rhyme about 'til the end
but my principles have been my pals
and what goes up does not come down
like age that used to make me frown
now my white hair won't allow
cause childhood is my rearview mirror
and childhood it all looks clear
cause childhood is my rearview mirror
and childhood it all looks clear
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