Looking Back

Waking in a roadside park in Ohio in December The winter weather chills you to the bone Or that time our engine blew in the desert, I remember The kind of heat that makes you pray for home I'm sure we would have got a room if we'd had a dime to spare There wasn't too much money in those days We slept on dirty floors and couches, and we never seemed to care And we did the gig no matter what it paid When we stepped out on the stage, our troubles faded all away We put everything we had into the sound What beer was left, we drank and threw the money in the tank And we hit the road to another town Looking back, maybe if I'd lived my life a little different I might've written better songs to sing But if living that way made me who I am today Looking back, I wouldn't change a thing After breaking down in Kansas, we walked for miles to a trailer We were met by double barrels at the door She let us use her phone, and we left her all alone Things like that don't happen anymore After all this time, I know, from every mile to every show The price you have to pay for living free Sleeping in a motel bed when I could be home instead Dreaming bout the way things used to be Sometimes, I step out on the stage, and my mind turns back the page And the music takes me back to that place Thoughts of people come and gone like a tidal wave come on And I feel a smile spread across my face Looking back, I can see us now, when we were only learning how With no idea what each new day would bring And if every foolish choice was what it took to find our voice Looking back, I wouldn't change a thing Looking back, I wouldn't change a thing