Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.
They sit in sad
remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry
.
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.
So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.
I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to
see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to
place.
Not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.
So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go
up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped
the track
It's all right to remember,
That's part of history,
But up
front's where it's happening,
There's so much
mystery.
Is not where we have been,
To another year and ten.
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train!
