#acousticrock A mid-1980s vibe for a song about timeline jumping, that maybe explains why twin flames nearly always separate permanently after they get wise to what’s going on.

I am not about to stand here And say what you were thinking Sometimes it’s better To just sweep that away The way you wake up depends on Which bottle you were drinking If it was one of mine I’m about to take it away

I’ll be taking it back Taking it back There’ll be no looking back Taking it back

Where I am about to go Only a few can follow I have a notion Who they are You get out of the garden On the inspiration you can borrow But that’s a plan That won’t get you very far

I’ll be taking it back Taking it back There’ll be no looking back Taking it back

I’ll be taking it back Taking it back There’ll be no looking back Taking it back

I wish I could give you the word It can only be a word you know The tracks of your mind are as far As you can go

I am not about to stand here And say what you were thinking Sometimes it’s better To just sweep that away The way you wake up depends on Which bottle you were drinking If it was one of mine I’m about to take it away

I’ll be taking it back Taking it back There’ll be no looking back Taking it back

I’ll be taking it back Taking it back There’ll be no looking back Taking it back

I’ll be taking it back Taking it back There’ll be no looking back Taking it back

I’ll be taking it back Taking it back There’ll be no looking back Taking it back