We're going backward, not forward, just like we should   We're going backward      Here's to the good times   the bad times   the times between      To the first one   the last one   the ones between      This goes to our friends   to our foes   to all we know      To the future   to our past   the more to grow      And every time, we look back   We wonder, oh! How the times have past      And how this makes us oh so low   And how I hope this makes you grow   I hope this won't make you hollow   And how I hope this makes you grow      I know the world all to well      And how the past it grows so dim   And how I hope you grow within   And now the tour is almost done   Look at all the things you've won      And how this makes you oh so low   And how I hope this makes me grow   I hope this won't make me hollow   And how I hope this makes me grow      I KNOW THE WORLD ALL TO WELL      SO WE GO SO LOW   AS TO CALL OUR FRIENDS OUR FOES