In the rear-view, and I has beautiful memories
Till lonesome and weary-sized,
Start keeping them company
As soon as they'll gather round,
Along comes mystery
Then here we go again, here we go again

So if an old friend of mine comes knocking up on my door
All I can tell him now, he's already heard before
It's better to love and lose, than never have planned at all
For sometimes losers are the only ones who win