really should have married her
We probably could have made it to the end
I think about all the warm nights together
An d all the lonely ones yet to come
What if I'd majored in architecture?
Would I be building 500 feet high?
I think about all the ceiling
With my dreams still scraping the sky
You can look back, but you can't go
You can look back, but you can't go
I thought I might end up in Los Angeles
would be topping the charts
But if I never made a home
Maybe I should've cut some corners
No idea about the life I had missed
You can look back, but you can't go
There's a one -way road, a one -way road
Dig your heels in, but down you go
Dig your heels in, but down you go
Time marches slow, marches slow
I read the New York Times
Making all the choices that we didn't
But we still don't see how they end up
No, we still don't see how
You can look back, but you can't go
You can look back, but you can't go