Halfway down the road of life,
You think only of what’s behind.
But you’ve got to look forward,
Don’t look back—
Look towards where you’re going.

Today’s whatever you make of it;
Yesterday’s how you played it.
But what is your tomorrow?
What do you plan to do?
Don’t think of maybe-sorrow;
Find yourself anew.

You want to see through diff’rent eyes—
To another world, far from here,
Where there's no place for fear;
Where mad’ning thoughts are lost to dreams,
And not a tear is shed.

You seek what you can never find,
Then blame them for what you lost,
Your world nothing but frost.
You can’t accept that you chose the wrong,
That you are not perfect.

Today’s whatever you make of it;
Yesterday’s how you played it.
But what is your tomorrow?
What do you plan to do?
Don’t think of maybe-sorrow;
Find yourself anew.

You think you know all there is to life,
That you can do no ill—
That life bends at your will.
But you find your world turned upside-down,
And you have lost control.

Then you recall that life is really
A winding, twisting way
That you can’t hold at bay.
You can only look forward and remember that
The past is just the past.

Today’s whatever you make of it;
Yesterday’s how you played it.
But what is your tomorrow?
What do you plan to do?
Don’t think of maybe-sorrow;
Find yourself anew.

Halfway down the road of life,
You think only of what’s behind.
But you’ve got to look forward,
Don’t look back—
Look towards where you’re going.

Today’s whatever you make of it;
Yesterday’s how you played it.
But what is your tomorrow?
What do you plan to do?
Don’t think of maybe-sorrow;
Find yourself anew.
Don’t think of maybe-sorrow;
Find yourself anew,
Find yourself anew.