James Freeborn - Nostalgia Lyrics

Lady named Providence lives cigarette to cigarette
She traps you in a rearview mirror
You'll try and fail to break or bend
I'm a slave to the past
She cracks the whip on a looking back
And slaves away to looking past
The kinds of things that made me laugh
Yeah
Oooooh
Oooooh
When sleep is on the run and all rest has lost its fun
What's left of me makes a recipe for a memory-loaded gun
'Cause nostalgia rules the day when backs of eyelids hide away
And the only thing that's moving forward is the calendar in the corner
Who's that man of consequence who's consequently making sense
Of how I should become much more
I tried, but trying's such a chore
Yeah
Oooooh
Oooooh
Hide your eyes and say goodbye to all you knew of me
I'll endure the pain so you can live burden-free
Without me, yeah without me
I'm gone
I'm gone
When sleep is on the run and all rest has lost its fun
What's left of me makes a recipe for a memory-loaded gun
'Cause nostalgia rules the day when backs of eyelids hide away
And the only thing that's moving forward is the calendar in the corner
Stop that calendar from moving forward