Looking Back
Written by
Errol Walsh
Lord I've been travelling down this old lonesome road
So many miles I put behind me
But off in the distance now I see my end in sight
And I look back down the years but I can't count them
There's saints and there's sinners and they're crowding in on me
Looking for some kind of retribution
But I was just having fun and besides, what's done is done
And I don't give a damn about absolution
If you really want to know, sometimes it's been touch and go
But I always did resent the implication
That at the first sign of trouble I'd just take out on the lam
I refute it, it's a total fabrication
It's a loathsome kind of talent, being slippery as a snake
But it always helps to have an explanation
Though St. Peter might not buy it when you're knocking at the gate
'Cos it might not bear too close investigation
So as I raise a glass to the future and the past
I'm not looking for any vindication
It's been good, it's been bad, it's been joyous and it's been sad
And I offer up this plea in mitigation
Lord I've been travelling down this old lonesome road
So many miles I put behind me
But off in the distance now I see my end in sight
And I look back down the years but I can't count them