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