Songtext von I Can't Strike That Match

I find myself sitting here again Surrounded by souvenirs Letters and cards and tear-stained photographs I'm holding matches in my hand Got a log in the fireplace All that I need to turn old dreams to ash But I can't strike that match I'm not sure I'm over looking back I tell myself I won't hold on to the past, this can't last But I can't strike that match Here's one of you and me out west The Rockies belonged to us We always said that one day we would return Here's that written statement of our love Signed by the county clerk Just a piece of paper that would easily burn But I can't strike that match I'm not sure I'm over looking back I tell myself I won't hold on to the past, this can't last But I can't strike that match Holding on is killing me, girl I know I need to let go Just set fire to memories, and watch us go up in smoke But I can't strike that match I'm not sure I'm over looking back I tell myself I won't hold on to the past, this can't last But I can't strike that match No I can't strike that match