It's the first bend in the road;
Knowing when I turn
I shall find, the first landmark of my youth.
The stadium you always drove me past as a kid,
The diner you took me to before long road trips,
The place where I first told you 'I love you',
The place where I last told you 'I love you'.
These old monuments take on new significance
And with every second, I get closer,
And the past comes into greater clarity.
The grey fog recedes and suddenly...
it's as if I never left
I wish I never had.
But, "hey, at least I'm here now",
So let's make new memories
Where the old ones lie.
Because getting old is getting old;
And I'm sick and tired
of having my life defined by what's gone by
So let's go back to the beginning,
And begin again