When I was in college my class went on a tripnTo a place down the roadnWhere the county kept delinquent kidsnAnd old man with a badge said to the class nIn here we have all kinds of trashnI could not believe what I'd just heardnAt first I wasn't gonna say a wordnn(Chorus)nIt's not where you've been, it's where you're goingnIt's not who you were back then, It's who you are at this momentnKinda like lookin' at an old photographnRemembering way back whennIt's not where you've been, it's where you're goingnnI said excuse me sir I know you don't remember menBut try to imagine how I looked when I just turned fifteen nDefiant, scared and confusednDirty clothes and tattoos with nothing really left to losenYou see that last door on the rightnWell sir that door used to be minenn(Chorus)nnWe all have a story we can tellnSomes been lost, some hurt, some of us have been through hellnWell the past is a ghost, a door that's been closednThe start of a winding roadnAnd I know without a doubtnThat doesn't matter nownn(Chorus)nnIt's where you're goingnIt's where you're going