“You sing a lot about the past
You always sing about the past
You kind of live in the past, you know?”
And I say to him, “I can go outside and pick up a rock that’s older than the oldest song you know And bring it back here and drop it on your foot”
Now the past didn’t go anywhere, did it?
It’s right here, right now
I always thought that anybody who told me I couldn’t live in the past was trying to get me to forget something that if I remembered it would get ‘em in serious trouble