Turn Back The Pages - Stephen Stills

I thought I knew you

I guess I took myself

Right down the wrong road

Leading to the past

I know you’re trying

To rearrange your mind

But you were lying

Do you laugh in my face

Turn back turn back the pages

Who remembers names

Who remembers faces

Turn back don’t drive yourself crazy

Life’s too short for ritualistic chases

Maybe tomorrow

You’ll find you have to cry

And in your sorrow

See the mirror it doesn’t lie

Just like the last time

You try to pull me down

You are the past time

And blind and death to sound

Turn back turn back the pages

Who remembers names

Who remembers faces

Turn back don’t drive yourself crazy

Life’s too short for repetitious changes

No use denying

You wasted my time

And caused the crying

And the bitterness to hide

Just trying to prove

You need nobody else

But you’re bound to lose

Lying to yourself

Turn back turn back the pages

Who remembers names

Who remembers faces

Turn back don’t drive yourself crazy

Life’s too short for ritualistic chases

Turn back turn back turn back the pages