Looking Back

Waking in a roadside park in Ohio in December,

The winter weather chills you to the bone.

Or that time our engine blew in the desert I remember,

The kind of heat that makes you pray for home.

I’m sure we would have got a room if we’d had a dime to spare.

There wasn't too much money in those days.

We slept on dirty floors and couches and we never seemed to care,

And we did the gig no matter what it paid.

When we stepped out on the stage our troubles faded all away.

We put everything we had into the sound.

What beer was left we drank, and threw the money in the tank ,

And we hit the road to another town.

Looking back maybe if I’d lived my life a little different,

I might’ve written better songs to sing.

But if living that way made me who I am today,

Looking back I wouldn’t change a thing.

After breaking down in Kansas we walked for miles to a trailer.

We were met by double barrels at the door.

She let us use her phone, and we left her all alone.

Things like that don’t happen anymore.

After all this time I know from every mile to every show,

The price you have to pay for living free.

Sleeping in a motel bed when I could be home instead,

Dreaming ‘bout the things used to be.

Sometimes I step out on the stage and my mind turns back a page,

And the music takes me back to that place.

Thoughts of people come and gone like a tidal wave come on,

And I feel a smile spread across my face.

Looking back I can see us now when we were only leaning how,

With no idea what each new day would bring.

And if every foolish choice was what it took to find our voice,

Looking back I wouldn’t change a thing.

Looking back I wouldn’t change a thing.