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Max McNown
Hindsight & Photographs

[Verse 1]
West Linn in the rearview
Everything I own in the back of that hatchback Subaru
How Dad's guitar found its way in when I
Couldn't strum a chord, hadn't lived a lick
Didn't have two lines to say, I don't know
I've heard it called providence
The hand of God inside the glove of circumstance
How I got from a hometown to here
Singing songs on the edge of this stage

[Chorus]
I used to be wiser
Yeah, I was on fire
Would have died on the hill—that it's all in my hands
But the older I get the less that I know
All I know is I don't understand
In hindsight and photographs
Right where I am
I find God wherever I can

[Verse 2]
It ain't always teardrops in a church pew
Sometimes it's white-knuckle fists screaming
At the sky in my bedroom
The face of a mountain that I'm dead set on climbing
A one way to freedom you take when you find it
[Chorus]
I used to be wiser
Yeah, I was on fire
Would have died on the hill—that it's all in my hands
And the older I get the less that I know
But there's some things that I understand
In hindsight and photographs
Right where I am
I find God wherever I can

[Spoken: Max's Grandfather]
"You know, when I've looked back on my life in hindsight, it's given me a tremendous perspective on humility
If we forget the past, we forfeit the present—and we don't prepare for the future
'Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the confidence of things not seen'—from where I am now and where I want to go in the future
So that when we look back over our life—whether it's photographs or, you know, in hindsight—Providence is the hand of God in the glove of circumstances
I think it's just so simple, but it's so profound."

[Chorus]
I used to be wiser
Yeah, I was on fire
Would have died on the hill—that it's all in my hands
And the older I get the less that I know
But there's one thing I might understand
In hindsight and photographs
Breakups and breaking down
Sunsets and sunrises
Her eyes so golden brown
Grandpa's old sermons
In living and learning
In a cracked windshield blacktop
Long nights with my band
I find God wherever I am
[Tag]
I find God wherever I am