Don’t know a good thing when I have it

And your exes have moved on

One is expecting

Another has gotten into a marriage

which is going strong

Come to think of it

So have you

But you still look back

And it’s got you feeling blue

Don’t look back

There is no future in the past

Don’t look back

Make the good thing in your hand

Last

And you have urges to flirt

An old man lusting after young ones

To general mirth

And disdain, getting old is a strange sort of a pain

Run around for youth, but getting older I remain

Don’t look back

There is no future in the past

Don’t look back

Make the good thing in your hand

Last