Backtrack

Ooh it's cold

I can feel some kinda cold wind blow

My eyes are closed

I can feel some kinda eerie cold

But late at night I look twice

Thought I saw someone staring over my, over my shoulder

It's in the room I can feel it in the room

Something dead and gone

Still somehow it's hanging on

I can hear the sounds like it's all around

And then I hear it over and over and over

Telling me to backtrack this old road

To look back at the things I've been told

Seems you teach the young by getting old

Sometimes you can backtrack your own road

It's in the room

I know it's in the room

Something I can't really see

But somehow it's calling me and calling me and calling me

And late at night you better look twice

He'll be standing on your shoulder

Telling you and me

To backtrack this old road

To look back at the things that I been told

Seems you teach the young

Seems you teach the by getting old

Everybody backtrack your own road

Listen to me, listen to me

Backtrack your own road

Look back at the things

Look back at the things that we've been told

Backtrack your own road

Backtrack your own road

Listen to me

Listen to me