Looking outward see what you
can see
By the time you look at something
it's already history
As the echoes of our passing
fade, all there is to say
Is, "you know I loved you
all in my particular way"
(Chorus)
It's more blessed to give than
it is to receive
Except when it comes to free
advice I believe
Here I go anyway, back seat
driving tonight
Move fast, stay cool, keep
your eye on the front sight
(Chorus)
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