I miss the way a cigarette could
Make a cup of coffee taste twice as good
I miss the sound of my old guitars
The way the echod in the empty bars
I'm not looking for a piece of the pie
I'm not living some domestic lie
I'm not thinking about the distant past
If I'm trying to come up with first and last
Pushing 40 now with nothing to show so I'm up and moving out of Ontario
Oh I'm gonna turn back time x2
Oh I'm gonna get what's mine
Oh I'm gonna turn back time
To have it all and have it all go away
To join a band that never plays
To write a song that nobody hears
It's just another bad idea
