I tried ice-cold
Silver Bullet, Cuervo Gold
But it don't seem to fix the situation
I tried self-help
Got a hundred books up on my shelf
I've practiced Transcendental Meditation
But she's gone
She's still gone
CHORUS:
I need somethin' that'll take me back to the night she left
Rewind the sound of every step
I wanna watch her walking backwards back to me
I need somethin' that'll stop the world, throw it in reverse
Undo the wrongs, unsay the words
What I really need are roses and a time machine
Now I'm on Craigslist
Looking for Deloreans
And brushing up on my edumacation
Turns out there's time, space
Black holes that lead back to the place
Before I made a mess of our relations