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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Association
The Association
Performer
John Boylan
John Boylan
Performer
Richard Thompson
Richard Thompson
Performer
Terry Kirkman
Terry Kirkman
Performer
Buddy Emmons
Buddy Emmons
Performer
Herb Pedersen
Herb Pedersen
Performer
Jim Gordon
Jim Gordon
Performer
Joe Osborn
Joe Osborn
Performer
Rodney Dillard
Rodney Dillard
Performer
Brian Cole
Brian Cole
Performer
Jim Yester
Jim Yester
Performer
Jules Gary Alexander
Jules Gary Alexander
Performer
Larry Ramos
Larry Ramos
Performer
Russ Giguere
Russ Giguere
Performer
Ted Bluechel
Ted Bluechel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terry Kirkman
Terry Kirkman
Songwriter
The Association
The Association
Arranger
Bill Holman
Bill Holman
Arranger
Bob Alcivar
Bob Alcivar
Arranger
John Boylan
John Boylan
Arranger
Richard Thompson
Richard Thompson
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Association
The Association
Producer
John Boylan
John Boylan
Producer
Angel Balestier
Angel Balestier
Engineer
Mike Shields
Mike Shields
Engineer
Rudy Hill
Rudy Hill
Engineer

Lyrics

(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Well, it's a hard way down to the time I raised my hand
And I swore I'd gladly die for my God and Uncle Sam
There was so much I didn't know and what I knew I didn't understand
Look at me, look at me, where have I gone?
Where have I gone?
It's a bittersweet way to my debut as a man
I defied the Lord and Ford in that eucalyptus stand
I wasn't even sure I loved her, we were friends in the high school band
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And look at me, look at me, where have I gone?
Where have I gone?
Look at me in the mirror of the way I look at you
In the mirror of my words, you'll find my fantasies are true
(Oh-oh-oh)
Remnants of a childhood dream, a nightmare or two
(Oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, look at me
I'll look at you
It's a hazy way to the time I finally saw
And it all came crashing in on me, my God, my land, my law
And now I wonder as I look around if I'll make it through at all
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Look at me, look at me, where have I gone?
Where have I gone?
And now I lie awake and, sometimes, I find them lost
As I rummage through my what's and if's, my profits and my costs
It's not the bridges burned that bother me
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
But the ones that I never crossed
Look at me, look at me, where have I gone?
Where have I gone?
Look at me in the mirror of the way I look at you
Whoa, in the mirror of my words you'll find my fantasies are true
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Oh, remnants of a childhood dream, a nightmare or two
(Oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, look at me
I'll look at you
Oh, look at me
(Oh, look at me)
I'll look at you
Oh, look at me
(I'll look at you)
I'll look at you
Oh, look at me
(Well, look at me)
I'll look at you
(I'll look, you look, you look at me)
(Well, look at you)
(I'll look at you)
(Well, look at me)
Written by: Terry Kirkman
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