If I could stop the clock Turn back the hands of time Would I Turn back the clock To your hand in mine. Stuck in the middle Which way to go Back down the easy street Or on to something I don't know. I take a breath a deep breath, I smile and sigh put one foot forward, eyes to the sky move on, move on regardless and say good bye without even asking why But if I could stop the clock Turn back the hands of time Would I Turn back the clock To your hand in mine.