Closer to the Truth

I’m getting closer to the truth
Farther from my youth
Who am I to hide
Or look for an excuse?
I’m drawing pictures of the tear
Falling down a face
I’m going to draw it until
I can cry myself
Don’t look back
Don’t look back
There’s another past
Following you
I’m getting closer to the truth
Farther from my youth
Who am I to hide
Or look for an excuse
I’m drawing pictures of the tear
Falling down a face
I’m going to draw it until
I can cry myself
Swallow your pride
Swallow your pride
If you can get your mouth open
That wide!
I’m getting closer to the end
Of this cassette
I’m getting closer
I’m getting closer yet
I’m getting closer to the end
Of an era
Starting my life again
Eh, hey!
Don’t look back
Don’t look back
Don’t look back
Don’t look back
Don’t look back
Don’t look back
Don’t look back
Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t look back