Things are clearer in the rearview.
Objects are closer than they appear.
It’s all in how you catch the lights.
And treat those myths of yesteryear.
They say that memories are faulty.
As for me I can’t be sure.
I forgot so much from bygone days.
My past is clean and pure.
The devil is in the details.
It’s calm at eye of storm.
I’m not looking in the rearview.
Right now is true to form.