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 livin’ for a piece of the pie I’m not livin’ some domestic lie I’m not thinkin’ ’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