Never Go Back

I had another one of those dreams
about being back in my old home town.
The house was still standing,
just like I remember,
except now the roses bloom
all year ‘round.
I was playing with the Callahan twins,
silly, silly, schoolgirl fun.
We didn’t know about cigarettes,
we didn’t know about alcohol,
we didn’t know, one of us would die young.
chorus:
We can never go back.
So why do I try?
Why does the past move closer
every time I close my eyes?
We can never return.
We should keep moving on.
I wish these
memories would
burn down to ashes,
blow away,
and be gone.
He gave me one of those looks last night.
I had no choice but to walk away.
I could not talk to him,
I could not deal with him,
I couldn’t hear, what he had to say.
He flatly refuses to ever forget,
so he tries to remind me whenever he can.
He doesn’t know all that I’ve been through,
he doesn’t know that it hurt me too,
he doesn’t know what was, can never be again.
chorus:
He can never go back.
So why does he try?
Why does the past move closer
if by chance he catches my eye?
He can never return.
He should keep moving on.
I wish these
memories would
burn down to ashes,
blow away,
and be gone.
Now there’s a Callahan girl, but no Callahan twin,
except when I dream of life as it had been,
like he probably dreams of me,
and how it
used to be back
when I was in love with him.
I try to cut the ropes,
cut the strings and threads,
cut the ties that choke,
that link the living with the dead.
And still I can never hide
when day and night collide,
I find myself
wide awake in bed.
chorus:
We can never go back.
So why do we try?
Why does the past move closer
every night when I close my eyes?
We can never return.
We should keep moving on.
I wish these
memories would
burn down to ashes,
blow away,
and be gone,
and be gone,
and be gone.
We can never go back.