Thank her for technology and helped me look inside
It's not what we'd imagined, but it'll do just fine
Thank her for the commentary rotting in your mind
At least there's one thing that never fails to keep track of time
Once or twice I held her dying thought in my hand
It's not pretty, it's no flower
But I plucked it out again
I worry 'bout what worries me
Needle with no thread
If you're thinking what I'm thinking
A future in past tense
And now you're in the rear view mirror again
And now you're in the rear view mirror again
I'm looking back at you
Think I could lŠµarn something from you
I'll be walking backwards soon