If I could put the dust back down
If I could take your foot off the gas
Steal that goodbye from your mouth
Flip that compass on your dash
I wouldn't be caught in the taillights
I wouldn't be standin' in the moonlight
I wouldn't be wishin' I could turn back the tickin' of the midnight
If I could put the smoke back in that cigarette
Put that kiss back on your lips
That song back on the jukebox
That water back under the bridge
And if ashes turned to embers
Maybe I could bring you back
Oh but I can't put the whiskey back in the glass
If I could do it all again
I'd be a better man
Put your heart back in my pocket
Put your hand back in my hand
I wouldn't be sittin' in the neon
Sippin' on a hundred proof
I wouldn't be drowning in the should've-could've
Girl, I would be sleepin' with you
If I could put the smoke back in that cigarette
That kiss back on your lips
That song back on the jukebox
That water back under the bridge
And if ashes turned to embers
Maybe I could bring you back
Oh but I can't put the whiskey back in the glass
If I could put the dust back down
If I could take your foot off the gas
Pour the rain back in the sky
Put the fire back on the match
If I could put the smoke back in that cigarette
Put that kiss back on your lips
That song back on the jukebox
That water back under the bridge
And if ashes turned to embers
Maybe I could bring you back
Oh but I can't put the whiskey back in the glass
I can't put it back
Oh whiskey back in the glass
