Turn Back Time

I miss the way that a cigarette could
Make a cup of coffee taste twice as good
I miss the sound of my old guitar
The way it echoed in an empty bar

I'm not living for a piece of the pie
I'm not living some domestic lie
I'm not thinking 'bout the distant past
If I'm trying to come up with first and last

Pushing forty now with little to show
So I'm up and moving out of Ontario

Oh, I'm gonna turn back time
Oh, I'm gonna turn back time
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

Pushing forty now with little to show
So I'm up and moving out of Ontario

Oh, I'm gonna turn back time
Oh, I'm gonna turn back time
Oh, I'm gonna get what's mine
Oh, I'm gonna turn back time