No recollection of where this came from, just that it was in the period I was seeing Rosalind, the late 70s, and it reflected the kinds of things we talked about. Another song rescued by an Elliot arrangement.
Lyrics
On Looking Back
Long, foggy trails
Are now clear to me
Like they ought to be
Unbillowed sails
Finally catch the breeze
Of my memories
The road that I ran, sir
Left me out of breath
Took me out of range
If this is the answer
Then the question
Must be very strange
(cho) Every time that I strayed
From the paths and plans I’d so carefully made
Every cause I betrayed
Every doubt I thought about and never raised
Every mind I have swayed
And the artful way that every lie was phrased
Every song I ever played
Every time that I look back
I am amazed
I can explain
Every fear I have
Quite effectively
It’s too bad that pain’s
Not experienced
Retrospectively
I played each psycho‑drama
By thinking
How I should be feeling then
Now I embrace the trauma
Of knowing
I’ll never feel that way again
(cho)
I hesitate
And my life goes on
And the moment’s gone
So I’ll celebrate
The unbidden tears
That brought me here
Sweet is the remembrance
Of struggling
And finally getting clear
Grant me the indulgence
Of wond’ring
How I ever made it here
(cho)