Stop Living in the Past

Once I thought I looked good when life was simple,
but now I’m a little older and it’s not essential,
because the past is the past,
and now I run with the wend,
there I go thinking about my past again,
should I slow down and let it take me under,
Na, I’m gone be like rain, and lighting, mixed with some thunder,
I’m gone keep on trucking like a train on a track,
cause nothing can hold me back,
yeah, yeah,
nothing can hold me back,
not even my past.