These are yawn tears, I'm not crying
For the precision of decisions I have made in my time
I am young still, hard as a rock
Watch the moon rising with my hand on my cock
Cause what's ahead and what's behind you doesn't matter much
When you're looking up
I'm looking up
My old man still thinks I'm great
No matter what I do, no matter what I say
I'm even crying, I cry sometimes
for what's ahead and what's behind
I said what's ahead, and what's behind
Well they don't matter too much, baby
I said don't pay them no mind
You should be looking up
What's ahead you and what's behind you doesn't matter too much
What's ahead and what's behind you shouldn't matter too much
When you're looking up
I'm looking up