My past is back there
in no particlur sequence
It has no order as far as time is concerned
It is all jumbled up
My childhood is back there
My Oklahoma years are back there
My Colorado years are back there
My singing years are back there
And I am back there too, I suppose
The woman I am now either doesn't know it
Or doesn't want to admit it
For I have convinced myself otherwise
In order to insure sanity
And be able to produce more of what
Eventually will be back there
With all the Rest
I guess you can get too much of anything
And that includes life
If I were forced to live two days at a time
The load would be too heavy
And I would falter under it
I suppose I can go back there
A lot of me never left
This part of me moves on
But so much of me IS Back There..
