Rearview Mirror

Sometimes it feels like these old ways
Are hangin' on like wax drippin' off a candle
Burnin' slow
And these days been draggin' on
They're draggin' on
Oh Lord, sometimes these days I don't know

Yesterday's over
And tomorrow ain't here
Although I'm seven years sober
I can't stop looking
Can't stop looking out my rearview mirror

I could slide back to those wild days
Make my way back to those simple times
But I'll keep standing by the highways
On these lonely roads
Beggin' like a poor man
Beggin' like a poor man

There's villans fillin' up my headspace
And worries and doubts runnin' circles around my soul
It's funny livin' in this time and place
Something 'bout livin' in these days is all I know
All I know

Lord, help me stop looking in my rearview mirror

Take me as I am
Will you take me as I am?
Take me as I am
'Cause I'm listening as a child
Beggin' as a poor man