Rear View Mirror
Up all night with a candle light
and I'm telegraphing you from home,
With a broken phone and pretty little throne
I'm better off here alone,
And it shakes me, straight to the bone,
You and me and regret makes three
and it's a something I'll never forget,
With a new mindset, a night full of rest,
until there's nothin' left,
And I haven't, I haven't let go yet,
Well I've got some questions, that I'd like to ask you,
But I don't want the answers, or emotions that come through,
With a foot on the pedal, I think it all comes clear,
My hands are locked, on the wheel that I steer,
I'm a long way from you, you're a long way from me,
In the rear view mirror,
I travel on down to another new town,
down dusty old roads and trails,
With a taste that's stale, no room to fail, and new air to inhale,
And I'm trying, I'm tryin' hard to not care,
The clock ticks on and the past is gone
and I'm moving on straight ahead,
These words I read and these words I said,
I've gotta get outta my head,
And I'm movin, movin on instead,
Well I've got some questions, that I'd like to ask you,
But I don't want the answers, or emotions that come through,
With a foot on the pedal, I think it all comes clear,
My hands are locked, on the wheel that I steer,
I'm a long way from you, you're a long way from me,
In the rear view mirror,
and I'm telegraphing you from home,
With a broken phone and pretty little throne
I'm better off here alone,
And it shakes me, straight to the bone,
You and me and regret makes three
and it's a something I'll never forget,
With a new mindset, a night full of rest,
until there's nothin' left,
And I haven't, I haven't let go yet,
Well I've got some questions, that I'd like to ask you,
But I don't want the answers, or emotions that come through,
With a foot on the pedal, I think it all comes clear,
My hands are locked, on the wheel that I steer,
I'm a long way from you, you're a long way from me,
In the rear view mirror,
I travel on down to another new town,
down dusty old roads and trails,
With a taste that's stale, no room to fail, and new air to inhale,
And I'm trying, I'm tryin' hard to not care,
The clock ticks on and the past is gone
and I'm moving on straight ahead,
These words I read and these words I said,
I've gotta get outta my head,
And I'm movin, movin on instead,
Well I've got some questions, that I'd like to ask you,
But I don't want the answers, or emotions that come through,
With a foot on the pedal, I think it all comes clear,
My hands are locked, on the wheel that I steer,
I'm a long way from you, you're a long way from me,
In the rear view mirror,
Credits
Writer(s): Donald William Witt
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