Sanoja: Playing With Matches. Retrace Your Steps.

I'm heading back to where my hat used to hang.
Back to the last song I sang.
But it's harder in reverse.
And you're not sure; it's not the only thing that delayed this departure.
I misplaced the keys in my haste and speed.
Ironically, the only thing I needed to leave.
Retrace your steps to the last place you left it.
I wouldn't have left so long ago if I would have known when I got home.
Retrace your steps to the last place you left it.
I wouldn't have left without saying goodbye.
I would have tried until I got it right.
Two steps to the parking lot when I remembered that I forgot to leave a note; so I wrote, Don't cry, I'm leaving and here's a list of reasons why...I'm homesick....and missing something I know I'm gonna find back home.
Retrace your steps to the last place you left it.
I wouldn't have left so long ago, if I would have known when I got home
Retrace your steps to the last place you left it.
I wouldn't have left without saying goodbye.
I would have tried until I got it right.
If I had known the jukebox was playing dated songs we know.
I would have turned off the radio.
And I suppose that's it's just too much to ask of home; to feel just like three years ago.
Retrace your steps to the last place you left it.
I wouldn't have left so long ago if I would have known when I got home.
Retrace your steps to the last place you left it. (I'd be alone.)
I wouldn't have left without saying goodbye.
I would have tried until I got it right

(Thanks to Tara for these lyrics)