When I look back at some of the things that I've done, The battles I've fought, the races I've run, I can't help but think that my best is all gone, I am blessed with a brilliant past... I was barely a boy when the rot first set in, I was desperate to find an original sin, But I tried all the old ones so I could begin To build up my brilliant past... But that's all behind me now, what lies ahead? How far from tomorrow to the day I drop dead? What sign should I follow, what path should I tread? To escape from my brilliant past... Well I grew up believing I could do no wrong, It was hard to be humble, it hurt to be strong, So I played the fool, yes I wrote that song, It's part of my brilliant past... And I once knew a woman who loved me so well, Maybe I loved her too, it was so hard to tell, And I never stopped talking, now you'd be amazed, At the depth of my brilliant past... But that's all behind me now, what lies ahead? How far from tomorrow to the day I drop dead? What sign should I follow, what path should I tread? To escape from my brilliant past... When I look back at some of the things that I've done...