Greg Winkler: Music

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There’s no future in the past
It’s full of trap doors and epitaphs
So, take what you need, son
And get that monkey off your back
‘Cause there’s no future in the past
I live in a big, old house that’s a hundred stories tall
I never know which floor I’m on, but I know I’ve seen them all
One is like a palace, and one is like a park
But many are just ghettoes where it’s always after dark
There’s no future in the past
It’s full of trap doors and epitaphs
So, take what you need, son
And get that monkey off your back
‘Cause there’s no future in the past
I met a man from Vietnam, his family had all been killed
He sat in meditation every day ‘til he was still
“Peace within my mind,” he said, “the only way I’ve found
To let my wife and children live and laugh inside me now.”
There’s no future in the past
It’s full of trap doors and epitaphs
So, take what you need, son
And get that monkey off your back
‘Cause there’s no future in the past
I search for all the answers
Praying, “God, please tell my why”
And she says, “Get up off your knees
And learn to fly”
There’s no future in the past
It’s full of trap doors and epitaphs
So, take what you need, son
And get that monkey off your back
‘Cause there’s no future in the past
©2003 Lyrics and Music by Greg Winkler