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Objects In The Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are
- Meat Loaf -


Bat Out Of Hell ll : Back Into Hell (1993)

The skies were pure and the fields
were green and the sun was brighter
than its ever been
When I grew up with my best
friend Kenny we were close
as any brothers that you ever knew

It was always summer
and the future called
We were ready for adventure
and we wanted them all
and there was so much left to dream
and so much time to make it real

But I can still recall the sting
of all the tears when he was gone
They said he crashed and burned
I know I'll never learn
why any boy should die so young

We were racing
We were soldiers of fortune
We got in trouble
But we sure got around
There are times I think
I see him peeling out of the dark
I think he's right behind me now
and he's gaining ground

But it was long ago and it was far away
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway
Then the soul is just a car

And objects in the rear view mirror
may appear closer than they are

And when the sun descended
and the night arose
I heard my father cursing
everyone he knows
He was dangerous and drunk
and defeated and corroded
by failure and envy and hate

There were endless winters
and the dreams would freeze
Nowhere to hide
and no leaves on the trees
And my father's eyes were blank
as he hit me again and again and again

I know I still believe
he never let me leave
I had to run away alone
So many threats and fears
So many wasted years
before my life became my own

And though the nightmares should be
over some of the terrors are still intact
I'll hear that ugly coarse and violent
voice and then he grabs me from
behind and then he pulls me back!

But it was long ago and it was far away
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway
then the soul is just a car

And objects in the rear view mirror
may appear closer than they are

There was a beauty
living on the edge of town
And she always put the top up
and the hammer down
And she taught me everything
I'll ever know about the mystery
and the muscle of love

The stars would glimmer
and the moon would glow
I'm in the back seat
with my Julie like a Romeo
And the signs along the highway
all said Caution! Kids, At play!

Those were the rights
of spring and we did everything
There was salvation every night
We got our dreams reborn
And our upholstery torn
But everything we tried was right

She used her body just like a bandage
She used my body just like a wound
I'll probably never know
where she disappeared
But I can see her rising up
out of the back seat now
Just like an angel rising up from a tomb

But it was long ago and it was far away
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway
then the soul is just a car

And objects in the rear view mirror
may appear closer than they are

She used her body just like a bandage
She used my body just like a wound
I'll never know where she disappeared
But I can see her rising up
out of the back seat now

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