Torn between Trying to out run the past With its habit of having the last laugh And the things I've no wish to forget Which leave a need that can't be met Being present is so hard When more and more Our memories are what we are Feeling lost And knowing I won't be found The bittersweet taste of old ground It's always here Yet the past is always gone And I'm nearly always on the run On the run Nothing's gained By dwelling on what did not last But it's so easy to fall for temptation And the spirit may Seem to roam so wild and free But it's a freedom seen from a prison Looking back on what's been and gone Despite your reflection You feel no different to that person Feeling lost And knowing I won't be found The bittersweet taste of old ground It's always here Yet the past is always gone And I'm nearly always on the run On the run It's always here Yet the past is always gone And I'm nearly always on the run On the run In the end Don't you have to tell yourself How there's nothing for you there? In the end Shouldn't you at least try to Only ever look ahead? Look ahead